The other night I woke up at like 3 in the morning and I started to worry about some little thing or another.
And I said to myself "Is this really what you want to do? You want to seriously tell me that you want to lay here, in your bed, in the dark and worry about bullshit? Would you rather do that or think about... Johnny Depp?"
I decided to go with thinking about Johnny and drifted back off to sleep with happy thoughts.
And yes, I have seen The Tourist twice. And yes, I'm going to see it again. And buy it on DVD. My lust knows no boundaries.
And, you know, I otherwise stay out of trouble.