The other day, Y made the huge, over-sized, Big & Tall store-worthy mistake of dissing Love Actually. As far as I'm concerned, L.A. IS Christmas, and, furthermore, I'd have a mural of Hugh Grant painted on my bedroom wall if that was a socially acceptable thing to do. But, really, what's not to like about this movie? There's a Monica Lewinsky-style hookup, Emma Thompson, a naked old dude, and a little boy who looks like a hamster. 'Tis the season, you guys.
It took me until 2008 to realize that writing things on the internet doesn't (necessarily) make you the most annoying person in the universe. Then my friend had a dream that I had a blog where I posted a photo of myself in an orange sequined dress. Hot.
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