Look what I got… Wine not included! #happybirthday #birthdaymonth #sisters #wine (Taken with instagram)
Everyday I make the commitment to learn something I did not know before. To live everyday to the fullest that I possibly can. Not take myself too seriously. To laugh out loud. And to write down my journey through this crazy life, even if I'm the only one that reads this.
Look what I got… Wine not included! #happybirthday #birthdaymonth #sisters #wine (Taken with instagram)
So my goal this year is to keep this blog up to date. I plan on writing at least once a week if not more. I hope to include my thoughts, aspirations, and as I am sure that they will accrue my failures. I would like to look back this time next year and see a journey of where I have been, the lessons that I have learned, and the mistakes I have made. So I’m jumping in. Here goes nothing……
This is a beautiful picture. However, on your way to Johnny Depp land, you took a hard right into sex offender land. Please go back to Sexy Town. :-)
PS, you are traveling right by where I live, stop on by for Tamale if you want.
(Source: jhnmyr)
Marilyn Monroe & Tony Curtis (who I choose to believe is throwing horns) on the set of Some Like It Hot (1959, dir. Billy Wilder)
“[The tailor on Some Like It Hot] measured me, 16, 34, 43, 18, 19, 18,” Tony Curtis later recalled, “and then he goes to Marilyn - this is all in the same day and this is the truth…He comes in to Marilyn’s room and Marilyn had on a pair of panties and a white blouse and that’s all. He put the tape around her legs, looked up at Marilyn and said, ‘You know, Tony Curtis has got a better-looking ass than you.’ She was standing there, she unbuttoned her blouse, and said, ‘He doesn’t have tits like these!’”
For once, I think we need these salty stories, because Monroe needs all the salt she can get. The Marilyn industry is so deeply soaked in her crack-ups -shaking the poor woman until we can hear the slosh of booze and the rattle of pills -that it’s a relief to get back to the floozie with the forked tongue.
-Anthony Lane, excerpted from “On Billy Wilder”, The New Yorker
This is one of my favorite films!
Nothing hurts more than logging on to Facebook and seeing that your ex, who may I add still texts and calls when he’s drunk, has updated his relationship status from “Single” to “In A Relationship”. Those 3 little wrongs can dredge up so many different emotions, but since it’s late and I am more than likely not thinking in the most coherent frame of mind, I think I will choose to sleep on it.