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Half typing, half doing my hair; this is going to be somewhat sporadic.
Mom just went next door to give Debbie some Muenster cheese. No one on this side of the wall eats it.
Thank you to people for your addys/contacts/whatever. Will get back to you all later, or tomorrow.
Suzanne, your entry was very, very cool. I am going to be first in line for a Happy Prancing T-shirt.
Anna, it's okay. It's brilliant to other people because they don't know the inside of your head, if that makes any sense. You live with your poems in your head every hour of every day, so you see them all the time, and you're like "Whatever," but everyone else is like "Whoa!" because they're new and exciting to us. I love them, so shut up.
I love that thing Angelina Jolie does with her hair in Tomb Raider 2, but I can't get it to work and that sucks.
Must hire stylist. Yes.
Justin's picking me up in twenty minutes. Which means I have to put clothes on, but I don't really feel like it.
Did something with my hair. Don't know what, but it's something.
Ninnyheads. Noodles. Don't think you can eat my Swiss Fudge cookies and get away with it. I'll kill you. They are my preciousessss, and they are hard to come by up here in the wild North.
Viggo Mortensen, it turns out, eats roadkill.
Well, what the fuck did you expect when he grew up in Watertown???
Thank you to people for your addys/contacts/whatever. Will get back to you all later, or tomorrow.
Suzanne, your entry was very, very cool. I am going to be first in line for a Happy Prancing T-shirt.
Anna, it's okay. It's brilliant to other people because they don't know the inside of your head, if that makes any sense. You live with your poems in your head every hour of every day, so you see them all the time, and you're like "Whatever," but everyone else is like "Whoa!" because they're new and exciting to us. I love them, so shut up.
I love that thing Angelina Jolie does with her hair in Tomb Raider 2, but I can't get it to work and that sucks.
Must hire stylist. Yes.
Justin's picking me up in twenty minutes. Which means I have to put clothes on, but I don't really feel like it.
Did something with my hair. Don't know what, but it's something.
Ninnyheads. Noodles. Don't think you can eat my Swiss Fudge cookies and get away with it. I'll kill you. They are my preciousessss, and they are hard to come by up here in the wild North.
Viggo Mortensen, it turns out, eats roadkill.
Well, what the fuck did you expect when he grew up in Watertown???