Oh my, this house. While the thought of sleeping under a 40 year old bedspread grosses me right out, this house is rather glorious in its own over-the-top, WTF, my-eyeballs-are-bleeding-but-I-love-it kind of way.
While Kelly’s general “don’t talk to women” advice is fantastic, I would be delighted if a man told me (in a non-work-related environment) that my hair looked like “night time ocean.” I sincerely hope that Kelly consents to answer more questions from Jesse. (I have been reading his work, and I am charmed, I tell you. Charmed.)
I’m obsessed with sunscreen right now. UV radiation is just so much more insidious and damaging than I previously knew, and now I never leave the house without it.
This post from KindofStephen is sort of next-level stuff, but interesting and good to know. And there is a ton of helpful sun protection information in the related links.
Despite being the perfect age for it, I was never into the Baz Luhrmann Romeo and Juliet–I could never get past the ridiculousness of the plot. Plus (let’s be honest here) I was rather too pretentious to appreciate the “pop-culturizing” of Shakespeare. But I was surrounded by plenty of Leo-love at my all girls high school, and this check-in with those old sexy feelings is spot on.
Aw, bless you, Spike Jonze.