

i just watched Grey Gardens and it made me so nervous but also envious of their old crazy people trinkets & wardrobe. But not envious of wasted life & tons of trash in my home. It was good though. I will forever love Drew Barrymore.
Two years ago when I was on a trip to Paris, I read her autobiography that she wrote when she was like, 15 (such a sophisticated & classy european read. duh) and I now feel like I know her personally. That's what happens when I read autobiographies. I feel like I'm the only person that really knows them and when I see photos of the person, it's like "oh there's _____, havent seen them in a while they look good. they better not forget I'm the only one who knows about that cocaine binge in Malibu in the late 80's!"