Love, Actually has made me deeply love three things that I shouldn’t:
the movie itself. Words can’t express the deep deep love I have for this damn thing. It’s a terrible ding on my cold-hearted, leather bitch in heels cred, but to deny this would be a travesty against the good truth. I cannot wait until a week or so from now when it’s actually appropriate to start watching it again (I’m a “Christmas after Thanksgiving” stickler).
a Mariah Carey song. I can’t play that damn song enough once the Christmas season starts. I mean, wtf, Mariah Carey is really truly not my cup of tea, even ironically, especially after this disaster.
this song. for whatever reason, this song has been top on my rock out list these past few months. whenever I listen to it I dance like Hugh Grant’s Prime Minister, ie passionately but badly. and the random cuts into track and field footage in this video are priceless.
