“I’ll never forget the day Marilyn and I were walking around New York City, just having a stroll on a nice day. She loved New York because no one bothered her there like they did in Hollywood, she could put on her plain-jane clothes and no one would notice her. She loved that. So as we we’re walking down Broadway, she turns to me and says ‘Do you want to see me become her?’ I didn’t know what she meant but I just said ‘Yes’- and then I saw it. I don’t know how to explain what she did because it was so very subtle, but she turned something on within herself that was almost like magic. And suddenly cars were slowing and people were turning their heads and stopping to stare. They were recognizing that this was Marilyn Monroe as if she pulled off a mask or something, even though a second ago nobody noticed her. I had never seen anything like it before.” - Amy Greene, wife of Marilyn’s personal photographer Milton Greene
I moved into my new place today. A three bedroom townhouse in Atlanta/Sandy Springs. It’s great and a total deal, but draining my accounts all the same. After living in my mom and stepfather’s basement for two and a half years that flew by, I was more than ready.
So now I’m moved and my bed is made and two boxes are unpacked and 800 more await that fate. I have three more days off before returning to work on Monday and I’m totally overwhelmed by the amount of work there is to do. I’m tired. Physically exhausted. I haven’t slept all that well in awhile and last night was no exception. I hope tonight is. Even with only a sheet covering the window (I am a heavy sleeper, but extremely light sensitive in the morning and at night). Even though when I came out of the bathroom a minute ago there was a roach sitting right in the middle of my bed (he now sleeps with the fishes - in their toilet graveyard). Even though I could easily lay here and make a hundred to-do lists in my head. Even though, even though - I hope tonight there is delicious, quenching sleep.
Thora Birch & Bill Maher