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guts and garters

It's all fun and games until someone loses molecular cohesion.

Saturday, September 14, 2002

I got paid today. About 9 hours ago, to be precise. It's now all gone. Instead, I have:
  • Comic books. Planetary, the first two collections. Very cool.
  • Books. Sailing to Sarantium by Guy Gavriel Kay, which was too good to pass up, and Faerie Tale by Feist, because I want to get something signed by him when he's here.
  • Clothes. Supre were having a closing down sale. Given that, I figure walking out with a ratio of three useful items to one extremely useless item of clothing was pretty good. Brown pants, tartan skirt, black singlet, and a purple mock-PVC Emma-Peel-on-acid catsuit.
  • Ticket stub. Bend It Like Beckham. Mediocre movie, but delightful. Silly girls behind us. And Jonathan Rhys-Meyers has a remarkably pretty mouth. I remarked on it. A lot. Also: Giggsy appeared on screen. For, yeah, like, half a second. But I cared.

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