So, this is a little follow up on my previous blog entry on why Haddaway propably wrote an annoyingly catchy tune.
This is Part 2. Or a sequel.
Maybe Hollywood wants to buy the rights to it and milk it till the audiences eyes are bleeding. Anywho, I wanted to talk about keep on loving baby! Like a train rolling through the coldness and keeping your heart warm like a hot cup of chocolate would.
You know what I still love?
Dat Tumbleweed tumbling through all those scenarios. Mmmh. *cue sexy music*
Mhh... oouh... hang on...
Okay. I'm all cleaned up now. No, of course not. I mean, I am cleaned up. I mean the intro itself. Every time I start it up I feel relaxed. Like someone injected a white russian into my veins. No matter how often I see this movie.
Or this movie:
Last time I was talking about an effect of an object. Grand Budapest is one of them too. It puts a smile on my face and for an hour or so letting me relax and laugh and most importantly, forget about all the shit that is keeping me up at night.
What I'm trying to say here is. Love never gets sick. Not the real stuff.
So, I'm leaving you with this. Keep a look out for something you constantly revisit and love like its the first time.