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i'm all out of words
Nov. 5th, 2005 10:43 amDear Entertainment Community,
You have taken an indifference towards Jennifer Aniston and made me hate her. Hate. I tire of seeing her on the cover of tabloids. I found her absurdly fast selling Vanity Fair article to be a bit on the tacky side, and if someone would mind putting her in a box and keeping her hidden away for a few years, I promise I wouldn't complain. If someone does this, could you tuck Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes into the same box? Thank you.
Last night I had the oddest dream. I was in school, sort of, and running late for my last final, and I hadn't studied a bit, which wouldn't have been horrible for the multiple choice part, but any written explinations would have doomed me. On the way to the class, I ended up in this warped version of the mall and there were pullips everywhere. Each store seemed to have their own custom doll even if it made no sense to have a doll in the store to begin with. Oh so weird. It got weirder but I don't remember it.
Work was work. Mr. Bitches was late by about four hours. :p I hate working until eight for a completely new reason. The sun blinds me every damn morning, and it never fails, someone makes me move out of the protective shade of the ATM so that I can show them how to work their debit/credit card. BLIND.
( swiped from T )
I don't think I mention that I ended up watching T*Witches on Halloween. I don't know how it happened, but I did. It's always sad when you can spot the badguy a mile away but they don't officially announce it until you've all but given him a black cowboy hat. I wonder how it compares to the series it was based on? Ah, memories of seeing those books on the shelves. Ahh, books. And witches on TV in any form.
Okay. I need sleep. You may resume whatever you were doing and pretend you won't miss me when I'm gone.
Oh, and how cool is this? Yes. I'm still going on about being on Sarah's acknowledgements page. Yes. Yes I am. And will until forever.
You have taken an indifference towards Jennifer Aniston and made me hate her. Hate. I tire of seeing her on the cover of tabloids. I found her absurdly fast selling Vanity Fair article to be a bit on the tacky side, and if someone would mind putting her in a box and keeping her hidden away for a few years, I promise I wouldn't complain. If someone does this, could you tuck Tom Cruise & Katie Holmes into the same box? Thank you.
Last night I had the oddest dream. I was in school, sort of, and running late for my last final, and I hadn't studied a bit, which wouldn't have been horrible for the multiple choice part, but any written explinations would have doomed me. On the way to the class, I ended up in this warped version of the mall and there were pullips everywhere. Each store seemed to have their own custom doll even if it made no sense to have a doll in the store to begin with. Oh so weird. It got weirder but I don't remember it.
Work was work. Mr. Bitches was late by about four hours. :p I hate working until eight for a completely new reason. The sun blinds me every damn morning, and it never fails, someone makes me move out of the protective shade of the ATM so that I can show them how to work their debit/credit card. BLIND.
( swiped from T )
I don't think I mention that I ended up watching T*Witches on Halloween. I don't know how it happened, but I did. It's always sad when you can spot the badguy a mile away but they don't officially announce it until you've all but given him a black cowboy hat. I wonder how it compares to the series it was based on? Ah, memories of seeing those books on the shelves. Ahh, books. And witches on TV in any form.
Okay. I need sleep. You may resume whatever you were doing and pretend you won't miss me when I'm gone.
Oh, and how cool is this? Yes. I'm still going on about being on Sarah's acknowledgements page. Yes. Yes I am. And will until forever.
