I have an unhealthy obsession with Paul Newman. I watch cool hand luke about every other day. Albeit a great movie, I just love Paul. I eat his food. I love his orange chocolate chip cookies, and sockarooni spagetti sauce. Food items aside, he is one beautiful human being. I love how he speaks, sees the world. I rarely find myself in a situation I cannot work hard at to rectify, yet here I am. I honestly sit around sometimes and wonder how I can go back in time and meet him or how I can make him younger and unmarried. Honestly, if his wife (god forbid) passed, I would be right there in line. I don't care if the guy is 105 and a sac of old bones. I would want to kiss them. I love paul newman. I feel like we were supposed to meet and fall in love in another lifetime. We are a tragic love story, kept apart by the idea of fame and 3 generations. Seems thats happening to me in every life time. Anyway. I wish I could meet you paul. But in the case I never do and I probably wont. Your a phenomenal actor, a spectacular enviromentalist and you make one hell of a Ranch Sauce. Love you forever.
Lora Jean Newman
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