Ryan & I started watching Twin Peaks just before the storm, and finally were able to pick it back up this week! I’ve only watched it start to finish once, so right now is like seeing it for the first time all over again. It’s hard to believe that some of the things in it were even allowed to be on network television when it originally aired.
I was about 9 or 10 in 1990, and my uncle had this girlfriend with daughter that had Laura Palmer’s Secret Diary. One day, I was paging through it at their house and she snatched it out of my hands and yelling at me, “You’re too young to understand this!”. In retrospect, she was probably one of the Top 5 Bitches I’ve ever met, but because she was a Teenager, and I was not even old enough to be a gawky pre-teen, I thought she was Super Awesome. I was wrong about her awesomeness, and she must be rapidly approaching 40 by now, and probably grew up to be the nasty lady that tries to cut the grocery line.
Dear Creatures’ Autumn / Winter 2012 collection has filled my imaginary shopping carts probably about seven million times this week (I’ve spent a lot of time online since we got power back, so seven million might actually be an accurate estimation).
I watched The Virgin Suicides tonight for the first time in ages after raiding my secret stash of guilty pleasure movies, and was really surprised that it held up! I now have added that, The Bell Jar, and Girl, Interrupted to my reading list, which makes me wonder if this sudden nostalgia for the very obvious literature of my teenage youth means that I’m PMSing.
I’m nearly positive that I saw The Virgin Suicides in when it came out in theaters, and I’m nearly positive that was the night that my friend wouldn’t share his giant mega-tub of popcorn with anyone, and then threw up on his fancy shoes in front of the Virgin Megastore by Union Square. Although, now that I think of it, it may have been Girl, Interrupted, but let’s be truthful, they’re fairly interchangeable.
August is over, and thus ended my Buying Freeze. Yesterday, I bought a bottle of La Petite Robe Noire perfume, and am in olfactory love with it. I want to wear it so frequently that it becomes my natural body smell, and seeps out of my pores on its own and I never have to buy another bottle or reapply it ever again. It could be that I feel so passionately about a scent because I read Jitterbug Perfume (which, yes, was immediately added to my Library) for the first time this week, but damn this smells good.
Since this is not a scratch and sniff post, the perfume starts with black cherry, then roses, and finishes with liquorice and black tea. Despite the sticky Southern September heat, I smell amazing.
I love this song, and every time I listen to it, I feel like everyone should dance like this all the time.
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