Gaucho Pants are Cool

Drew Barrymore does not age. I am watching Going the Distance and she literally looks the same (if not younger) than she did in Never Been Kissed.

Speaking of movies, as you know, I took a short break from the romantic comedies. What ensued was a mish mash of Alfred Hitchcock and creepy thrillers. Then I found myself delving into romantic dramas, mostly depressing, by accident. By accident, friends. I had no desire whatsoever to watch these movies but, whilst trying to scurry back into the romantic comedy genre, I accidentally found myself watching these movies.

How many times can I use the word accident or a variation of it?

These movies included Perfect Sense, The Romantics, Blue Valentine, 50/50 (which was actually good), Remember Me and a lot of stuff that ended sadly and with me choking back tears (and stinging hand pain).

Today was beach day. I drank a lot of saltwater and then choked it down with the most exquisite Tutti Frutti of my life. Good Lord, I did not hold back and topped it with Tiny Teddies (my lovers), one chocolate wafer and Fruit Loops. I finally got to try the red velvet flavour (eh, average) and had my favourites (mango, lychee). I have been craving the Toots for months now but have struggled to persuade anyone to make the reasonably adventurous trek to indulge in the Toots. I guess a trip to Scabs Beach (an extremely unfortunate name) was what was required to scam a trip to Toots (and I now insist on calling it Toots or the Toots at all costs).

I haven't been swimming in the beach/ocean since year one. It is amazing. I feel invigorated and my skin has never felt so smooth. Despite the sand in my ass, it was so worth it.

J