Dear Kirsten, Take this only as a testament to your ability to become your characters, but I always forget how much I like you. You’re in so many of my favorite films, and I feel like we grew up together because of it. I wanted to BE you as Lux in The Virgin Suicides…so much so that I spent my first and only Homecoming dance in the grassy football field behind the gym, and I still have a bag with some dried clippings. The rest of your filmography reads like an inventory of my DVD collection: Eternal Sunshine of the. . . keep going
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the recent past
- My first post in years…
- Cat bites are NO JOKE.
- No, you weren’t “flunked for your faith”. You were flunked for refusing to learn.
- Live-blogging the Golden Globes?! Stay tuned, gentleladies and gentlemen.
- This Simpsons producer is dying, so he’s using the rest of his life (and money) to save animals. What are you doing?