My March madness was spent trying (and failing) to catch up on all the Oscar nominated movies I did not see. I fell asleep about 1/4 of the way into Emma Stone's umpteenth orgasm during Poor Little Things. But I see exactly what it was she won best actress for - her physical performance. Her onscreen orgasms were almost as good as Meg Ryan's in When Harry Met Sally (which I don't think received any nominations).
I so love your life!
My March madness was spent trying (and failing) to catch up on all the Oscar nominated movies I did not see. I fell asleep about 1/4 of the way into Emma Stone's umpteenth orgasm during Poor Little Things. But I see exactly what it was she won best actress for - her physical performance. Her onscreen orgasms were almost as good as Meg Ryan's in When Harry Met Sally (which I don't think received any nominations).
This installment felt like picking seashells on the beach, every line hailing its own delight. There is beauty in the madness
I was just channeling you....
Oh, how I get that sleeping detail… it brings to mind Harpo Marx in the opening of the steam ship sequence of a Night at the Opera. Yeah.