Friday, January 16, 2009
Fuck you Winslet. Pssst, Penelope, it should have been you. No, you're beautiful. No you. I want to shout our love from the rooftops, to move up to Vermont and wear flannel and overalls, start a farm, raise sheep to make gorgeous wool sweaters, maybe open a B&B. Think of it, Pepe, you'd never have to be anyone's beard anymore. Not like you're fooling anyone. Yo amo.