Posts tagged I love you
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Love me 'til my heart stops / Love me 'til I'm dead
SPACEY. YOU’RE KILLING ME.
Pants, watch, glasses… all flawless. Flawlessness all ‘round.
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I WANT TO GO TO THERE (and by “there” I mean “The Chicago Q&A”).
But seriously, Ira, that hat. Adorbs.
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Fact: Elvis Costello might be the most charming man in the world.
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Phil is so perf. Always.
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“The Ides of March” was incredible.
Seriously. Just incredible. I was floored. Still am, actually. It deserves a repeat viewing or two, so if you want to see it, Tumblr-friends that are also real-life friends, get at me. I will accompany you and help to define politico terminology if you need help with that sort of thing.
Totally take back what I said about wanting it to be my life, though. I could not believe him. I would like to think there IS some shard of dignity and integrity left in political campaigning. I certainly would never do what he did. He made bad choices. Shrug.
Totally don’t take back what I said about wanting Paul Giamatti and Philip Seymour Hoffman to fight over my talents, though. Those guys still rock. They were easily the best secondary characters. I loved them both.
Seriously, every episode of “Curb Your Enthusiasm” is on-point this season. EVERY episode. I feel like I’m always fawning over it every week, but seriously, it’s the truth. So pumped Leon is in NYC now. I cannot deal without their weird bromance.
I really want HBO to like, sell copies of Larry’s baseball jersey. Not just because it was cute in that vintage baseball-jersey kind of way, but because he was #9 and everyone knows that not only is that my lucky number, but also the number I wore when I played team sports throughout high school. Further proving that Larry David and I are kindred-fucking-spirits, f’real.
Also: Pre-wedding movie-day at Dana’s. Someone made Irish Carbomb Cupcakes, with frosting made of pure Jameson and Bailey’s. I thought I was going to die, but omg, so good.
I often wish that I could see the alternate-ending pie scene from “Dr. Strangelove.” I don’t think it would have made the ending any better, because the ending is basically perfect, but still.
(P.S. — No, this is not in honor of Rupert Murdoch getting hit by a pie in his Parliamentary hearing today, although that’s lulzy, he deserved it, and I’m kind of proud of the dude who did it, let’s be honest.)
(Double P.S. — Is there some pop-punk teen angst band person named Peter Sellers? Because he’s coming up in the tags a lot. Check yo’self, imitation Sellers.)
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