The original title of this was mostly because of my teenage love for Jack's Mannequin's first album. And in a way, I guess I'd like to think my life really is a story for someone out there. I suppose it gives some meaning to all of the nothing.
Wednesday, February 18, 2009
week of reds.
"holly: you know those days when you get the mean reds?
paul: the mean reds... you mean like the blues?
holly: no, the blues are because you're getting fat and maybe it's raining too long, you're just sad that's all. the mean reds are horrible. suddenly you're afraid and you don't know what you're afraid of. do you ever get that feeling?
paul: sure.
holly: well when i get it the only thing that does any good is to jump in a cab and go to tiffany's. calms me down right away. the quietness and the proud look of it; nothing very bad could happen to you there. if i could find a real life place that'd make me feel like tiffany's, then...then i'd buy some furniture and give the cat a name!"
-breakfast at tiffany's
**i think the sad part is that jewelry probably would make me feel a little better whenever i have the reds. that and watching this movie. but no really, diamonds may very well be one of my greatest weaknesses.
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alex better go buy you some diamonds then.
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