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Feb. 24th, 2005 06:30 amMost of the people had no idea who I was because they were all into this thing about helping Russian children. But I was so glad I went. (That was) my favorite jacket ever."
Mischa Barton, describing the Yves Saint Laurent piece she wore to a benefit for terror victims
Painful acting? Check. Popular beyond all belief despite said acting? Check. Apparently a moron? Triple Crown Winner! Let's add her to the hall of shame, kay? Thanks.
I'm thinking that I should have grabbed a different CD, cuz while I think I'll grow to love Lennon something twisted, right now I don't want angry rock chick. I don't know what I want, but I think this be not it. On the other hand, I've taken to listening to Tori's TPoOK [heee! abbrieviations are fun!] & RU [see?] back to back and that makes me cry. Which secures their place in my love-love-love hall o' goodness.
In "Hell Has Frozen Over" news, my brother made dinner, and asked, nicely, for my help. Unfortunately I was dead tired and seriously contemplating skipping dinner altogether. Also? I can't make a hamburger to save my life. It's always, always, ALWAYS raw on the inside. It can be the thinnest burger known to mankind, and it will be raw. Black as my kitten's heart on the outside, and still mooing on the inside. I've given up. So I guess I should probably be helpful and shtuff. Also, give him the candy bars I bought him a month ago. :p Maybe.
Tired. *yawns*
Pullip-y. Not even the joy that is Toyfair goodness can keep me from wanting I-just-bought-my-514th-Pullip!-Joey dead.
Mischa Barton, describing the Yves Saint Laurent piece she wore to a benefit for terror victims
Painful acting? Check. Popular beyond all belief despite said acting? Check. Apparently a moron? Triple Crown Winner! Let's add her to the hall of shame, kay? Thanks.
I'm thinking that I should have grabbed a different CD, cuz while I think I'll grow to love Lennon something twisted, right now I don't want angry rock chick. I don't know what I want, but I think this be not it. On the other hand, I've taken to listening to Tori's TPoOK [heee! abbrieviations are fun!] & RU [see?] back to back and that makes me cry. Which secures their place in my love-love-love hall o' goodness.
In "Hell Has Frozen Over" news, my brother made dinner, and asked, nicely, for my help. Unfortunately I was dead tired and seriously contemplating skipping dinner altogether. Also? I can't make a hamburger to save my life. It's always, always, ALWAYS raw on the inside. It can be the thinnest burger known to mankind, and it will be raw. Black as my kitten's heart on the outside, and still mooing on the inside. I've given up. So I guess I should probably be helpful and shtuff. Also, give him the candy bars I bought him a month ago. :p Maybe.
Tired. *yawns*
Pullip-y. Not even the joy that is Toyfair goodness can keep me from wanting I-just-bought-my-514th-Pullip!-Joey dead.
