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Monday, June 28, 2004 at 09:31AM Not feeling especially garrulous today. Been feeling lackadaisical. Weekend items of note: celebrated Ian’s birthday at the boys’ (AJ, Ian, Will, Neil) new house which features glitter-swirled sinks, green bathroom fixtures and a shed out back to hide the bodies, err, tools; visited Jamie’s new Agent X Clothing Store and supported her monetarily by purchasing a pretty new skirt which I am, in fact, wearing today; ate three hibachi-grilled kosher dogs at Jenny’s house and loved every beefy-cream-cheesy bite.
Also, saw preview for King Arthur starring some guy, some other guy and everyone’s favorite beanpole, Keira Knightley, as a tattooed woad warrior princess/whore, apparently. One of the lines in the preview touts the film as “The True Story Behind The Legend” which, I must say, piqued my interest, especially since the previous image had been of Merlin harnessing the forces of nature. Ah yes, the true story. Also featured in this true story: ogres.
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Unless that was ironic making fun of RR (always good) then that better not have included any references to RR. Or I'm coming to your hometown to kick your puppy.
who the fuck is RR? i stand by everything i said previously. and i'm so scared.
NEVERMIND!
Scared? You WILL be! Neil (H.), whom you may or may not know, once left a pair of socks in my car (I'd say "sweat" socks, but Neil knows no other kind). I've kept those socks in a lead lined safe and fed them head cheese, small babies, and patchoulli extract for several years now. Like they say on Kids in the Hall "You don't want me to let the monkeys out" except in this case it would be the socks that ate Chicago.