...And if I'm at Starbucks, it's "Brent" "Brad" or even "Brat" This one barista in particular, who has a special place in hell, now calls me Bradley. I may sound aggressive , but it's because I have been on edge since seeing the movie "Call Me By Your Name" Literally everyone in LA has been raving about this movie and after 2 weeks of it being sold out, I saw it last night. I haven't been to a movie since Sex and The City (the first one) so I thought I would broaden my horizons, and partake in a sober activity. I should have watched the trailer before going. First of all, I had no idea the movie was 3 hours long... and after hours of sitting in a seat with the leg room of a Southwest flight, the movie had a "Notebook" ending. Luckily, I didn't have any sharp objects on me, or I would have slit my wrists right there in the Arclight Family Cinema! The movie was cinematically gorgeous, and I couldn't help but think these 2 people are so in love. I could physically feel their chemistry on screen. The closest I could relate [to that kind of butterflies] is when I order Domino's and the tracker tells me that the carrier has left for delivery. Guess that shows my emotional stability. However, Eliyo is going to grow up with some fucked-up emotional baggage from the tumultuous love... and I will just have a muffin top for my handmade pan pizza and cheese bread combo(s). Choose your battles!
Domino's > Love.
Hat Brixton // Sunglasses Dior // Jacket BLK DNM // Tshirt Buck Mason // Pants and Shoes Saint Laurent