by The Window Shopper
I hate Blake Lively. There, I said it. It’s nothing personal, I just hate that she was the first non-model Leo shacked up with, and not me. Okay so maybe it’s a little personal, but don’t worry, I’m not letting my ego get in the way of seeing Savages and liking it. Of course throughout it’s entirety I will be projecting my face onto Blake’s body as she floats between two sexy drug dealers but still, I’ve been doing that for weeks now anyway.
Every night since having watched the trailer, some part of Oliver Stone’s cartelly thriller creeps into my dreams and manifests itself in my brain. Last night I was dating Christian and Sean from Nip/Tuck– Kimber took me shopping for slutty clothes, and the night before, Taylor Kitsch took me on a picnic in the middle of his sprawling pot nursery. I was wearing a gorgeous white off the shoulder Lanvin gown with sick Balenciaga wedges, a floppy and some serious retro Prada shades. My hair fell past my lower back and was totally beachy. We ate avocado halves with feta cheese, lemon and olive oil. Oh and Sigur Ros jammed for us before handing me tickets to their sold out, except on Stubhub show. It was beautiful and the turns my dreams have taken have really showed me just how I want to spend my waking life- being the apple of two gorgeous men’s eyes who may or may not be involved in drug running, or plastic surgery. or both. or none. I guess I’ll just have to wait until July 6 to see how it all plays out.
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