I'm torn. I mean, if I believe in him, I should be able to sit here and say "sure, become a huge star, go!" But... like someone was saying the other night, I love him and his work, but I know he's got limits. And then I'm sad. And I don't want him to ever, ever ever, stop singing. He's certainly proven himself a selective actor, and hopefully he can stay that way if he goes out there and not just do whatever floats his way because it's like "oooh, shiny."
Fizz, that's really funny.

And I do really love him, but I also love New York (and my sanity!) far too much to move as well. I'd just be bordering psycho -- I soooo wouldn't go there. It'll be okay. I shouldn't be so sad over this, you know? I hate to say it, but I've got to force the notion that he's just an actor, as personal as it's become.
A work of art is an invitation to love.
Updated On: 11/10/05 at 11:11 AM