Saturday afternoon.
Lying flat, no contemplation.
Isn't it sort of dark for 4 p.m.?
Trying to listen to the misty rain.
I know, I've got to get up and do something more productive, but let me just enjoy this ceiling-gazing for a moment...
One more minute, one more minute, and one more of that.
もう少し、もう少しだけ を もう少しだけ
Okay, I know nothing about acting. So if I praised an actor for his performance, he might feel humiliated rather than be flattered, like, let's say, a high-school celeb girl (maybe this analogy is humiliating too, though), when she makes a grand late entrance into a lab to show off her new bohemian-like knitted stockings, to find her plain auntie teacher wearing exactly the same. So please be generous, Sam Rockwell, when I say I think you're a very talented, versatile actor.
For example, I just fall for Rockwell when he, as a puppy-eyed sensitive genius in Charlie's Angels softly kisses Barrymore, walks away, then stretches himself "grrrr" to soul music... and snap! reveals who he really is: half-psychedelic, half-sexy enemy plotting to kill her boss.
Yes, I'd definitely shake-n-bake for you, Sam!この人好きー！と言いまわりたい、でも知名度はソコソコでとどまってほしい。（＝「誰やったっけ・・・？ いつもいい味だしてるねんけど」くらい）
Had my hair chopped off this past weekend - almost 10 inches - and now I feel so cute!
One problem, if any, is that the James Brown song keeps playing on and on and I cannot get it off my mind: I feel good, lah-di la-di la-di da...というわけで 今秋のテーマは「雰囲気のあるショートヘアの女性」ってそんな歌口ずさんでたら駄目ですよね・・・
Saturday afternoon.
