Sex in New York
, all you got was "films of aunts" with Sandra Bullock and Julia Roberts, as if one were super limited in taste, long live the typecasting! The case is the latter, Mrs. Julia, has made a movie of those (deep voice) based on a true story. According to the official synopsis: The actress plays a recent divorcee who is dissatisfied with his job at a Manhattan ad agency and embarks on an adventure that takes her to places you never expected to go . We a poor rich girl who's afraid of menopause and its consequences but because it has pasta, it travels pyre, Possibly in full sun, which will air with eyes closed (ummm breathes), rotating plane chan time, once opened (which tiresome metaphor) is back to Manhattan, because in the end life is wonderful Of course, I had not noticed, ays. Perhaps leave the advertising agency (which put it still had saved, of course, because a free year vidorra and wildness to the neighboring continent is something that any boss would understand) and mount a cushy positions tapestry and figurines of Buddha, so you can return every year to travel to Bali and recreate the experience of powerful Purete league backpackers will eat your ear for invite to dinner, because they have no hard or because they want to give his life marriage for money or any other equally romantic reasons. That or retrieves his passion again because, oh, happiness is in small things: a walk through Central Park, an ice cream on Fifth Avenue, fade to black and letters of credit.
I hate. I hate it because I want to do it myself. No false pretenses by transcendental soul searching, but because there is no work and lack of it, travel around the world in poor plan and improvise, it's much more rewarding to do short course of unemployment. If I was in Ireland when I changed in 4 monthstruly essential aspects and without realizing it, something has to be much more transformative and if not, is the dream experience for everyone, but nobody does it have a mortgage, filthy work 12 hours without holidays and twenty thousand points more than postpone all for "later", which is the limbo of dreams that are never kept.
Sometimes I watch a documentary or read something about a remote village and wonder if I will ever or will the years and continue preguntándomelo and nothing else. Because I'll never be a Julia Roberts you can afford or
