Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Dear Colin Firth,

In the past I have had Meryl Streep days, where all I do is watch is watch interviews and videos of Meryl Streep.  Tonight, unintentionally of course, became Colin Firth night.  I came across this and then I was done.  I mean, how can you not?

After having watched this many interviews with him now, he's a sort of wonderful kind of awkward. 

There's some gum in our room that's strange.  It's apple and pineapple...


love,
hannah

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