After hearing for the fortieth-eleventh time about how crazy Tom Cruise was for jumping on Oprah's couch, I have to say; I don't see what the big deal is. If I found a man who was so happy and that in love with me that he felt the need to jump on a couch and declare it to the world? Naked. I would be naked and there would be lots and lots of naked, nakedness with a continuous smile on my face for always.
I mean, isn't that what we're all looking for? That type of declaration of love and acceptance; just the crazy whole-heartedness of it all?
Now, as for his views on doctors, medicine, and psychotherapy? Well, yeah, those are crazy.
PG and nakedness... who could ask for anything more.
ReplyDeleteAll I had to do was jump on a couch to see you naked? Wow. What do I get if I lay on the couch and talk about my childhood?
ReplyDeleteYou have a point... I find him more than a bit insane(Matt, Matt, Matt! You're glib!) but the couch jumping could be cute... though I'm not 100% sure it was entirely motivated by love.
ReplyDeleteJustterry: I have a sudden need to make 'jazz hands'
ReplyDeleteP: A friend who is a damn good listener.
and maybe a backrub. I'm really good at backrubs.
Bre: Ah, glib. Suddenly the word that was on everyone's lips.
Love? Doubtful. Publicity, probably.
Call me cynical.
Hmm, I'd still take it.
Cooper: No, no don't hold back...
ReplyDeletej/k.
I'm not saying I think Tom is a great, or even a good actor, I'm just saying I appreciate the sentiment.
If Katie Holmes would have been kindly enough to date me (prior to Tom ruining her for mankind that is), I would have been jumping for joy too. Just not on Oprah.
ReplyDeleteI can't stand that woman.
Py: Exactly. Completely unabashed.
ReplyDeleteDan: Yeah, the whole ruin thing and the whole baby-love-fest in our face and then the whole can't-show-the-baby-to-the-world-thing.