I had a nice weekend, hanging out with M, going to the beach Sat. and Sunday. On friday we saw
Wolverine, which kind of ridiculous. I love going to the movies so much that I'll basically see whatever M wants to see (why did I give him option of
Wolverine or the new Woody Allen movie?). We also saw
Pacific Rim a few weeks ago. Both movies were basically pointless and sort of a 12-year-old boy's fantasy. But, we still had a pretty good time.
Wolverine really made me laugh, what with those muttonchops and everything. I also started thinking, how come you never see movies made by women that're a 12-year-old GIRL's fantasy? I figure 12-year-old me and also thirty-mumble me would probably make the same fantasy movie:
INTERIOR - MORNING.
- Wake up in a pile of soft puppies!
- Snuggle with puppies.
- Go for a long walk with Orlando Bloom through the forest holding hands (he's dressed as Legolas, I'm dressed as a fairy princess.)
- Spend afternoon going through my closet with Tim Gunn while he tells me everything I wear looks fabulous!
- Ride a unicorn through the sky.
FADE TO BLACK.
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