be sure to look up at the sky once in a while...
are made of brushstrokes and magic.
Friday, April 16, 2010
are made of brushstrokes and magic.
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the misadventures of a gal with a laptop, a love of cake and an insatiable hunger for all things silly.
stuff about me
i write for a living, hence the name of the blog. i'm a freelance lifestyle and entertainment writer, and you can find me in assorted print and online publications. one day, hopefully some day soon, i'll be a produced screenwriter. my mother still clings to the hope that i'll develop a sudden interest in medicine or law and get a Real Job™ that doesn't allow one to perform one's duties in pyjamas, but i'd rather write about movies and television and get paid for that. i love cake. i think squirrels are endlessly entertaining. i'm hopelessly addicted to film festivalling and spend far too much time dissecting same. i have a fear of gnomes, leprechauns and porcelain dolls that come to life at night and kill you in your sleep.
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2 comments:
it looks like you took a straw, tilted your head backwards and blew white into a wet sky!
Mares' tails. So delicate and wispy.
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