Miss Duvall, How May I Help You?
Shelley Duvall, one of my favorite actresses and style icons, has reportedly lost her marbles. I’ve read several press articles that say Shelley Duvall believes she has a portal for aliens in her backyard. Some articles even say she believes they’re living inside her. Kind of sad. At least I can rest knowing she has lots of new friends! Here’s a little something to remember the old Shelley Duvall by.
Ahhh! If only the aliens had picked Shelley Long instead! Alas.
In other news I’m on day two of a juice fast. I have NO idea why I’m doing it. But I’ve started, and I feel like I should finish what I’ve started. I’m doing it with another person since misery loves company. Last night was particularly miserable as images of food danced around my head and pulled at my hunger strings. Bologna sandwiches! Figs and goat cheese! Pumpkin pie! These thoughts kept me up for hours. I tweeted how hungry I was last night and AndrewAndrew (of AndrewAndrew fame) showed me the light and told me to have a hamburger and a big hunk of cheese. “Life is too short!” they told me. They’re right. But I’m stubborn. And now that it’s been a whole day I’m thinking, “why not?” We’ll see. I’ve promised at least three days, with a goal of five.
I’m starting to jot down some more ideas for Joyce. I figure I ought to, before the aliens get to me too.