The ’80s were fabulous. The ’90s sucked, and the ’70s were just a sad, sad time in human history. Go 1980s! There’s something that’s just so cute about that time. And not just yellow nail polish and ‘I’m a loner.’
Category: sad
Sad Patience, too near neighbour to despair.
The question I love to get asked is: ‘What’s the hardest part of your job?’ And literally, the answer is probably real sad, but it’s to just to be me. Like, it’s really hard, because I think people, you know, have a set idea of what a pop star should be.
I think it’s sad to me that I had to make a decision to not play the game that I feel like I’m best at and that I love. But if it was just about the game itself, I’d be there in a heartbeat. But that’s not how the real world works.
I wanted to be a dancer my whole life. And when I gave it up to act, I always had a really sad part of myself that missed it and missed performing and missed being physical in that way.
I don’t know how the poor farmers deal with such situations in real life. It’s really sad.
I know for works for me – those wonderful sad love songs.
You know how sad your life is when you know the release date of DVDs.
So far, at least, I haven’t found a way to tell my kind of stories without making them both sad and funny.
I talked to ex-wives of musicians of the ’70s for research. They’re the funniest people in the world, yet there is this sad, beautiful thing in their eyes that says they’ve seen more than they could ever possibly tell you.