this'll be quick, because uncle sugar's on holiday today. and i've big plans to boss him around.
i was so lazy last night. no run. just reading. don't you dare be impressed. i'm still mucking through october vanity fair and vogue.
on a side note, i love me some stellar magazine writing, don't you? could've spent the evening floating in hamish bowles' first sentence of his kelly wearstler article. the only line i love more is his final sentence in november's contribution. tears.
anyway. michelle williams. i've never been a fan. sure, i've found her interesting and intriguing at various moments throughout the years and i admire a genius pixie and i really admire a woman who marches right up to her grief and says don't be fooled by my tears...i'm here to kick your ass.
but, for the life of me, i can't get ryan gosling's words about her out of my head:
she's like montana. if you want to get anywhere in montana, you have to sit tight. you're on montana time. it's very beautiful, but it's vast. if you want to get somewhere with michelle, you really have to be patient. she's so vast. you really have to sit back and enjoy the view. there's so much ground to cover.
how's that for a compliment? and beyond that? what i can't seem to shake from my little brain big heart?
we should all have someone or sometwo think we're as great as a state.