I have nothing to say.
I looked for most of the day for something to write. It would have made my day productive if I had.
You’d think a funny story about a stupid criminal would have caught my eye. Nope. Tried to look for headlines…nada. I even found a story about the Rangers’ goalie and his good looks. He even did a fashion spread. Yeah, he was hot, but I really didn’t feel like writing about him. I’m trying to do more things that please God, and I don’t think drooling over a man would have been the right thing to do.
I did watch the Golden Globes. I was waiting for “that” Globe moment. It happened. Mickey Rourke won best actor. He’s had a tough road, a lot of his own doing I surmise. However, he was genuninely grateful. The part of his speech that cracked me up was when he made a remark about the director (a funny and endearing one) and the director shot him the middle finger. The camera stayed on that shot for a really long time, too. I busted out with a good belly laugh. The part that touched me was when he talked about his dogs, past and present. He said that sometimes when a guy has nothing and no one, all that is left is his dog. I can relate, as I’m sure others can, too. I hope he has put his demons behind him and can go on to be the success he was meant to be. He’s a quirky guy, but he’s a really good actor.
Well, guess I had a little bit to say.