| I haven't seen this. My rommate has been telling me what it's like to work behind the scenes. Heidi sounds funny. Plus she brought home the judges cards one day. I was very amused by them (they were Michael Kors')
__________________ The fresh heartbreak was, in a sense, like being in a foreign country; everything seemed alien, brilliant and glinting. It was as if I’d been flayed, so that even the air hurt. When you’re that unhappy, any glimmer of beauty or consolation feels like running into an old friend abroad, or seeing mountaintops through smog. Maybe we mistakenly think we want “happiness,” which we tend to picture in very vague, soft-focus terms, when what we really crave is the harder-edged intensity of experience. |