rage becomes her's Journal - Day

9:10PM - major miagi shit

removing wallpaper, it turns out, is not the hard part. The hard part is removing the wallpaper glue. After buckets of tsp and steam and glue remover, it still comes down to tiny little circles, scrubbed by hand. Oh my aching armpits.

I'm not funny today. I'm too tired to be funny. Wallpaper glue has sapped the funny right out of me. What I am is satisfied. Deeply, exhaustedly, satisfied. I'm turning the room from hers to ours, but still with a touch of her, just out of love and gratitude and because above and aside from all else, the woman had style. Italian shoes, matching handbags, hand tailored dresses, imported bath soap. A different kind of femme, one who knew what to do with it.

On the movie front, I saw UP!, which was sweet but absolutely not for children and rented Frost/Nixon and Revolutionary Road. Frost/Nixon is pretty much for those of us who remember the beast, but it was good enough to make me want to see the real interviews. RevRoad was okay I guess, sort of. I found the acting sadly uneven, and I still can't figure out what the hell it was about. It could have been about how awful it is not to live your dreams, or what shitheads men were in the fifties, or maybe it was prochoice, or pro the need for birth control. Or something. I have no idea. My favorite rental film this year is Zack and MIndy Make a Porno, followed by Forgetting Sarah Marshall. OH YEAH and GIRLS ROCK! I loved that one! If you haven't seen it, go rent it. Especially if you are a chick who's about ready to pitch your significant other out the window.

For my birthday I got dvd's of Pleasantville and The Tiger and the Snow. I love them both so much, I could see them over and over and oh yeah, I have. They still make me cry.

Current mood: full

Current music: cats crying, wind in the trees