Yesterday I spent most of the day reading the paper & sleeping, waking up to piece together more of the crossword from the magazine, letter by letter, tho in cold-medicine haze. I thought about Last Days too, about how I liked it despite how frustrating it sometimes was. I liked that I was thinking about it even in my haze, the long slow shots of the house & of the woods; the mumbling, shuffling, hiding hero; the way it didn't bother to answer any questions but just seemed to create more.
Also I was really into the clothes. Can we talk about grunge? Is it OK yet? Flannel shirts are cute. They are ever so Brawny Man. They look great on boys. I lived in a blue & black one sophomore year I wish I had never gotten rid of. It would be perfect in the fall under a skinny grey sweater with little pearl earrings. This is why one should never throw anything away, ever.
Lastly, Michael Pitt is amazing (see above). My friend Dan went to high school with him. I am still waiting to be introduced.
