have you ever loved a fictional character so much that whenever you see a picture of them your heart tingles and your vocal cords produce this awkward screeching noise that sounds a bit like a dying cat
We met, what was it? Some 10 years ago, at some Young Hollywood party. And, you were in a dark corner, and she’s all put together… with her hair all done up and makeup glistening and this beautiful gown… and she’s wearing these dirty, old pair of Converse sneakers. And that image sort of stuck with me and it sort of represents a lot of what she really is to me.