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The Unobtainables Travis is in town, no doubt plotting ways to kill me this very moment. (Plotting ways to kill me can be loosely translated to mean choreographing, but, you know. Same difference.) He's so nice, though. Not to mention an absolutely amazing dancer. I won't be doing whatever piece he sets on us justice at all, but I'll try. If tomorrow night I'm saying I hate him, rambling incoherently, or simply lacking an entry at all, it's because I'm out of shape and hurting. He's been known to cause bruises. Or perhaps I'm just exceedingly ungainly when it comes to falling down and getting up and rolling around on the floor.I'll be making some updates to the Boyfriends page. A lot of the links aren't working, and I'm going to have to add a new section, The Unobtainables. I found a new boyfriend, and thought I'd pimp him up a little bit: Rufus Wainwright.. And unless I can become a boy (well...guess that's somewhat possible...heh), I'll have to be content with marrying "Greek Song" and having its beautiful babies. And not naming them Rufus Jr. 'Cause that's just mean. "Save your poison for a lover who is on your side..." Thanks for the advice, Rufus. I was feeling strangely productive today. I actually did most of my homework. I'll talk to mother tomorrow about getting my head examined. Would someone be so kind as to explain globalization and free trade to me in good ol' understandable English? Small words? S l o w l y ? Like the boxy thingy says, I'm from Georgia. 2003-08-18 @ 1:13 a.m. |