I got out of the house today (I am a caged animal, yes), in an attempt to shake off the blues. Walked around, had dinner, watched a movie. Squealing in the theater while Jen Aniston's character was being raped seemed to do the trick.
What in the world does that girl put in her hair? More than ten years I've been watching her, and I still don't know. It's beautiful, darn it. Always in place--each soft, silky strand--layered, wavy, straight, blond or with highlights or beautiful brown like she wore it in Derailed. Shit I'm lusting after Jennifer's hair.
Anyway, kudos to her. Although her last movie was bland and fluffy like chiffon cake (aaack I can't remember the title, it's that forgettable. I remember it's about a family controversy that was the basis for the movie The Graduate. And I remember her hair. Longer, flew around a lot. Oh got it: Rumor Has It), it's still all good. She has a movie being shown at the Sundance Festival and rumor has it (ha. ha. ha.) that it's good. So snaps for the brokenhearted. Well, not so much since Vince Vaughn arrived, who by the way is a good friend of Brad's. Brad, on the other, has recently acquired dad status. He has three children at last count, and Angelina said she plans to adopt a bunch more, and have more from her own womb. Cheaper by the dozen, Brad?
I am such a gossip whore.
And on that note, I bid good night.
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