the big V and Heath

Christ you know it ain't easy, you know how hard it can be....the way things are going, their gonna crucify me.

Nothing like a little John Lennon to warm up a cold day.
Not that this has anything to do with John Lennon, except I wish he didn't die cos he was my favourite Beatle and I loved him, but tomorrow's the big V. Tonight we are having a film festival of love stories and everyone got to pick a movie that we will all watch-no complaints allowed. R picked ONCE, which if you haven't seen you should because it may be the sweetest most bittersweet movie ever. I wanted to pick Brokeback Mountain just because it's the saddest goddamn movie I've ever seen but the idea of an evening with Heath and Jake just might send me over the edge of my fantasies into some erotic nether world that I would not want to return from. I've got it boiled down to Butch Cassidy and the Sundance Kid (friendship love) or Along Came Polly (fear of commitment love). Little r picked Lady and the Tramp ("the first one, not the second one'-which I didn't even know existed). The big kid picked (to my extreme regret) Titanic.
Now I am going off to the liquor store to stock up on booze because although my heart will go on, my patience might not..
peace and love xoxoxo