today gum disintegrated in my mouth, and I had a horrible look on my face to prevent it from going everywhere, which was unfortunate because the cashier at starbucks took kind of long, and probably thought it was directed at him. Sigh.
I also witnessed a gypsy fight. INTENSE.
I'm in my bed, with too many pillows, cramps, The Holiday, my macbook, and an exorbitant amount of tissues. I hate feeling like I have no control over my emotions, and also when I fuel my hormones with the fire they need to make me blah.
I love this movie SO much though. I remember when my heart was in a real bad place, how I felt that Iris Simpkins and I were one. How she was the ONLY one who could possibly understand me. This is most likely due to Kate Winslet's obscenely brilliant performance, the same one that encourages me to stick it out through Cameron Diaz's butchering of the beginning.
Even now, when my heart is relatively mended, this movie finds ways to relate to other aspects, making me feel completely enthralled once again. Even if its main times are when I'm hormonally unbalanced.
xox,
loveacrosstheocean.
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