Unsubscribed from a Thai Restaurant email list because they sent me more emails than anyone else and I was only on it because I love entering competitions in Restaurants that I never win:
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Before I write anything about the TV show Homeland I think I should tell you I am actually very proud of myself for liking a programme so deep, a programme that is not set in Los Angeles and a programme that is not about the problems surrounding teenagers.
OKAY.
I am very late on jumping on board with Homeland but hey, better late than never. I actually think I might have a heart attack if I watch more than two episodes in a row. And this heart attack wont just happen because vidxden has frozen it will happen because I CAN’T TAKE IT!!!! HAS HE TURNED OR HAS HE NOT!!!! FUCK YOU MIKE!!!! I LOVE YOU SAUL!!!! CARRIE PLEASE SPEND TIME WITH YOUR NIECES!!!! JESSICA YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL!!!!!
So. I’m not really into fashion at all. I’m a total magazine junkie but skip past all the bits about fashion and beauty (don’t get me wrong I love clothes and make up I just don’t care to read about it) which generally means there is only about four pages of the magazine left. However, in Topshop in Essex I found the most E-M-A-Y-Z-I-N-G dress. It was nude coloured and it had sequins and it was backless and it was ridiculously overpriced and it had a floaty bottom and it was perfect. I was with a male friend and told him at that moment in time after eighty seconds of silence that that was the dress he was going to marry me in (I know how to play it cool. Maybe I should pay more attention to these magazines I am reading?)
This is the part of the story where I tell you Essex is about two hours away from me.
I didn’t buy the dress there and then but decided I was going to get it online as soon as I got home. You know that feeling when you see something that you need in your life and you would swap your left leg and third best friend for. It was one of them moments.
…It’s not on the website. It’s not on the website. It’s not on the website.
Only heard them pretty recently…and am totally in love…
EDIT: Went a bit crazy spur of the moment and bought a ticket to see them next week. E X C I T I N G.
My ma begged me to come and see this with her and guess what? I loved it. She hated it.
Apparently it hasn’t received very good reviews but I thought it was hilarious. About 20 minutes into the film I realised I want to be best friends with Bill Nighy. HE’S JUST SO COOL. A couple of years ago I went to see Bob Dylan at the O2 and he was in front of me in the queue to buy a overpriced programme. He likes Bob Dylan and programmes?! S-s-s-s-oulmates. I hope this is where the thought process ends and it doesn’t turn into that time when I decided I wanted to be best friends with Daniel Radcliffe and watched just about every interview with him (he’s just so polite.)
THIS JUST IN: My eighty-something year old Great Aunt LOVED it. There you go.
Sorry this is basically a sony ad, but the results ACTUALLY freaked me out.
I’m sure there are a ton of these around, but this was the first I’ve seen.
Stare at the red dot on her nose for 30 seconds.
Look at the ceiling and blink really quickly.
WHAT THE FUCK BRAIN!?!?!?!
WHAT
THE
FUCK….
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH IT WON’T GO AWAY.
Favourite song in a long time. Sorry Martha. Video ruins it though couldn’t get past one minute uuurrrhhhhh puke.
I am so in love with Jason Segel it’s humiliating. Don’t know whether I’m excited for this to come our because he’s in it or whether I just have the worst taste in films ever.
Flicking through February’s issue of Glamour I came across something very beautiful that made me spit the sandwich I was eating all down myself and almost put the magazine in a shredder I was so jealous. Ten minutes later (after making another sandwich and putting the shredder back in the cupboard) I brought myself to look at the pictures in front of me. It was the chick from Harry Potter looking prettier than most humans would look after six rounds of surgery. I also decided recently in my next life I really reaaally reaaaaaaaally want to be French so I am even more jealous she is from a suburb of Paris (cheers Wikipedia-glad the blackout is over).
Thanks for this one Jo Elvin.
http://www.magxone.com/glamour/clemence-poesy-glamour-uk-february-2012/
