It's my sphincter, seriously. It's sphincting.
The lovely, enigmatic Audrey Tautou (star of the whimsical Amelie) has a new movie out, and the very lucky Julie & Ebony will be attending a special, exclusive, advance screening of Dirty Pretty Things, and you're not invited. I must mention, 'cause it's very crucial in my banter, that it will be FREE. Yeah, elite bitches we are. It's probably no big deal at all, but I've never been to a premiere screening before, so I will make this a big ordeal extravaganza filled with prissy girl dress-up fun, and loud arbitrary comments. Oh, and giggling. Lots and lots of annoying giggling.
Anyway, I've been having this dual personality thingy lately, and I'm not enjoying it one bit. The people around me are not enjoying it one bit, either. In due time, kiddos.. I'll be just fine. There's too much drama in the eppy-confusing-situations-wanna-kill-the-dumb-bitch world. Yes, I'm talking about the wreck. She doesn't have insurance, folks! And she's poor as hell to boot. We went to the downtown police station at the ass-crack of dawn, got lost about a gazillion times, & finally getting a police report that was inaccurate. I shouldn't have been so surprised. All before the parking meter expired, too. We're the ultimate champs.
I should do a movie review of something I've seen recently, and it won't be The Last American Virgin, though that was ultra-recent, it's not worthy of a review, and i"m sure everyone's seen it already, anyway. It's a classic. *throws in the bin with Fast Times*
I didn't mean to avoid your call. I just kept being absent-minded.