Juliette Lewis and the Licks
I’ve had this on again/off again crush on Juliette Lewis. Nothing dangerous, mind you. It’s just the normal, “Hey, that Juliette Lewis is some sort of fine-ness.” On her bad days or my bad days, depends on how you see it, her antics leave me cold.
Today is a good day.
When I saw this pic of her rocking-out with all her skinny soul could muster, I got this warm feeling, deep down inside. My face did this odd thing. It lifted and pulled and the weight of the world was gone. The corners of my mouth turned upwards and the worries of the day melted into nothing.
She made me happy with her full-on intensity. Anyone that does that is a hero in my week.
