I Walked the Line and the Line Won

On the plane to Hawaii last week I watched Walk the Line twice. Not because it was that great but because my only other options were Rent or Everybody Loves Raymond. It was a pretty good flick if you ignore the beginning and the end. Because right there in the middle was this incredible love story between Johnny Cash and June Carter. For those of you unfamiliar with this tale, I'll break it down. They fell in love, their love was forbidden (something about a wife at home) and then the pills got in the way. All I can say is: story of my life! Well, not really. But it was sweet that they ended up together after all that. Sorry if I spoiled the movie for anyone.

Okay, I'll admit it- every girl has got a little bit of a romantic in her. Some more than others but like I said, it got me. When Johnny looked into June's eyes and proposed and swore he would be true and never pop another pill, heck, even I suspended reality and thought, 'Say yes, girl! He LOVES you!" Then the plane hit turbulence, my traytable knocked my arm and the businessman next to me woke up in a start. Even in my dreams things are bumpy.

Maybe it's because in real life they are. This week I reviewed the Amateur Porn Film Festival (yes, there is one), and Sophie's ex-husband James, submitted an old web-cam porno of them. Ouch. Bump. On top of that, Greg told Bonnie he wanted her to raise the baby Jewish OR ELSE! Bumpier. And then Peter called Jean and broke the news that they would be working together. Bumptastic. Now me, I'm fine. I was just doing my job and walking the line.

But when I got home, I got this impending sense of dread. Something about Andrew. I love him, I think. But is this it? Is this my Johnny Cash? Because I don't feel nauseous like all the other times I've been really into a guy. Maybe I want the drama. No, I do want the romance. Because if I really wanted the drama, I would have watched Rent. Well, no, I still wouldn't have, that story sucks.

See you, Bloggie.