Death comes for us all (a melodramatic haiku of retirement)
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guts and garters

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

Friday, March 21, 2003

Orlando isn't coming to the Ned Kelly premiere. He's rehearsing for Troy, or something. Piffle. Feeble excuse. I am forlorn. And, y'know, versatile: I can pout at Heath Ledger. Not to forget Naomi Watts. Mainly, it's just the excuse to go forth, meet fangirls, and giggle. I need more excuses to giggle.

Drip-filter coffee: still bilgewater. Come back, stovetop, all is forgiven.

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