I'm having one of those days (weeks, actually) where I'm this close to buying a Mrs. Depp t-shirt. Sad, really, when even the real Mrs. Depp isn't actually the real Mrs. Depp (though according to Vanessa, no one has ever loved the way they love. Pardon me while I puke in a French accent). How old do you have to be to get over this kind of thing?
This is how bad I've got it. I watched The Libertine las night, which is set in one of those time periods (yes,I am too lazy to look it up) where everyone looks like they smell bad even before they contract syphillis. So at one point Johnny is ridden with scabs and blind in one eye and I'm like "Well, he still has his nose! He's still workin' it!". Pathetic. By the way, I did not think this was one of his better movies, and I am usually quite tolerant of his obligatory "this is really acting" roles that he does to counter-balance the movies he does to pay the bills. I think the thing I liked best about it was that two of the actors from the Pirates trilogies were also in it.
Well, it's early Sunday morning and I sure I have something of actual value to do today. Like looking into getting a sparrow tattoo...