I've just spent a few days with one of my bestest friends.
I have no idea if she will read this, but she knows who she is... (woohoo beeeatch-h ;)
This partially explains a lack of posts this week. It also partially explains the build-up of posting material in my edits, on my camera and in my brain.
End of mid-year break is looming so I'm cramming in lots of people time before I disappear from the world. I can't say '
hide under a rock' any more since I've had express orders not to do that this semester. Whatever!
Anyway, I made a discovery while at this particular friend's place.
Actually 'discovery' is probably the wrong word (and we're all about words in this post, right?). More like
'recovery'.
Chick flicks. Maybe I should put that in hot pink.
Chick flicks.
Let's get something dead straight here...my favourite ever movies are all
historical dramas. Especially ones set in the 1920s-1940s. I watch them just for the costumes and sets.
Now,
little fact: Mouse lives in a house in which all movies have to be pre-approved by father and brother.