I didn't realise that i was going to celebrate my last 20s birthday this year till my friend told me. And now i can't seem to stop thinking about it. Dammit.
For some reason, any time anybody mentions a kiss, i only remember the one Jude Law and Juliette Binoche share in Breaking and Entering. It gets me every time.
It bothers me endlessly that i don't have carte blanche. So much for free will and the Constitution.
"I'm sexy and i know it..." is playing on loop in my head. It is accompanied by an image of the LMFAO man jiggling in his tightie non-whities. *Help*
If Oscar Wilde was an advertising professional, he would've won an internal award for almost every line he wrote.
I'm possibly a Pasta convert for life.
Barbosa's only the second dog in my life that i have loved with all my heart, and it scares me.
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