Tuesday, September 25, 2007
benicio del toro is becoming a wolf. i would like to become something.
dear venom literati,
i am unbearably sad but i can't say why on the internet. you know why. but it's not good for business to say why. i do not like business.
i love benicio del toro. he is always thinking. i bet he has never worked in an office.
i also really like the part in frances johnson where they are lying in bed and she says:
"It doesn't make sense to me," she exhaled toward the window, which framed a dark, gelatinous sky. "Two adults, in the middle of the night...one lying on top of the other...?" Frances felt out of sorts.
it doesn't make sense to me either. i also like how frances doesn't think she's a child, a girl, or a woman--"Was she unique?" sometimes i'm not sure if stacey levine is making a parody out of frances, and then i think maybe stacey would make fun of me for identifying with frances so much. but i do. i am frances.
i have to go to boston now.
it is so sad,