In the movie of my life I'm walking across a footbridge. Let's say it's Darling Harbour. It's a sunny morning and there are lots of people around. The soundtrack is Architecture in Helsinki's Wishbone. It's the new beginning scene. All the issues of the night before are resolved. Except that there aren't any issues. The night before has actually been a pleasant dinner of pasta, red wine and birthday party plans at Gina's house. I need to do a bit more work on the movie of my life.
If I just had the right jeans my life would be perfect.
If I just had the right jeans my life would be perfect.
posted by noonie at 10:08 AM
3 Comments:
Who gets to play you? And who is the love interest? There's always got to be a love interest or two. Would it be a wholly Australian film and if so could I request that Hugo Weaving isn't in it? I reckon it could be a European film, they have kebabs there too. And what is this only bloggers can make an entry business? I'm cheating with Saskia's one. Lee xxx
Glad you liked the lamb, sorry the company couldn't be sharper. TV stupifies me.
We never solved the new hair style gig either. I think you should try the "Guess Who?" method of style elimination. Flip down the things you don't want. Fringe? No. Perm? No. Ginger? No. Jennifer Aniston? No. Back-cut budgie bum? No. See already we've cut out 75% of a stylists repetoire.
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