| I felt I should write today, and here it is. |
[30 Aug 2003|12:55am] |
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Shadow Boxer // Fionna Apple |
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I don't like when women (yes, I'm one of these I speak of) interject during a movie to ask moronic, unnecessary questions regarding a particular actor's resume, plot inquiries, make inane comments about clothing flattery and such... general train-of-thought-wrecks which ruin any miasma the movie may have woven.
I don't mean to bash my sex in any way, I just cannot bear it at times. I delved deeply into that link of yours,  highverbalfan... With disturbing clarity, I began to see many examples of poor Mil's small personal hell in my own life. Oh how I laughed at Marg's devious follies.
Only I am Mil and Marg is my very own grandmama. God I need to move out....
Am I a man? I had to check earlier.
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| Maud |
[30 Aug 2003|02:36pm] |
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Do not like scrubbing the shower and having no results. Mildew remains. It is deemed shameful by Mummy Skin. After visiting a friend, she came back and relayed the story to me.
"Maud's (yes, real name) shower is immaculate. The tiles are shiny and white, no black stuff and that there dirty grout...".
I knew we were back on the hunt for that miracle cleanser.
It isn't that bad. I'd rather be out doing things than spending my time crammed into a stall breathing in toxic fumes for mainly aesthetic reasons. I had one of those masks on too. And what the hell was she doing inspecting Maud's shower that closely?
To quote Homer Simpson, "Are we so vain?!".
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| too much fun... |
[30 Aug 2003|06:49pm] |
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