rm | the glory of my self-indulgent evening

I made myself a lovely dinner, and then sat down with it, an HH book, and the Vanity Fair soundtrack on the stereo. Utter fucking perfection.

I should note that the Vanity Fair soundtrack is actually more arresting out of context with the film. It's simply gorgeous and often more joyful than it has any right to be. And while it's sometimes an effort to supress my romantic nature, I am absolutely a person who values my freedom above all else, and yet this is the sort of music that makes me want to be swept off my feet by a dashing boy so that I might be a loyal wife. It's quite absurd.

Once I clear my head a bit, major gear switch -- Lost in Translation.

Oh yeah, and I bought a fabulous pair of boots today. It needs to be fall right now.