it’s an african story
my being a crybaby in movie theatres is old news.
but the last three movies i watched made me clap my hands — with glee. not applause, not the “right, right, way to go, way to go.” kind of clapping.
oh and just to keep with my whole plush pink personality, all these movies are love stories one way or another.
oh, someone lent me My So-Called Life and i found who i can blame for all my thoughts about love and obsession.