One of my dream jobs is to work at the British Museum. There is not a role I would not happily do there. I would love being a janitor. I would clean displays. I would do, quite literally, anything. It is my great ambition one day to call them an employer. I don’t love London, not by any means, but I love that museum with passion. I have applied innumerable times in the past, but I have received so many polite rejections that I have given that up.
LOVE: War Paint: When I visited New York City last month, I had a single goal in mind: give Glenn Close a standing ovation for her performance in Sunset Boulevard. […]
Loathe though I am to admit it, I love being in bed. I love sleeping. I love napping. I like to sleep the day away. Now, I love day time, […]
After my triumphant trip to Joan Crawford’s house, I decided to continue on in a similar vein and seek out another building that meant something to me. All of Bette […]
LOVE: Spontaneity: I tried to think of a way to introduce this post without using an annoyingly common phrase such as “spontaneity is the spice of life.” Alas and alack […]
LOVE: Ames British Foods: I have lived so long without knowing this place existed. I don’t know why. I do, actually, I’m not a fan of Ames. I’ve never liked […]
September 22: The Old Maid Bette Davis was a fabulous actress. You really can’t say that she wasn’t. I still am and will always be team Joan Crawford, but I […]
July 29: Diary of a Wimpy Kid: Dog Days I enjoy these movies, such mindless fun. The books look like a drag, but the children I work with seem to […]