the BRUTAL, UGLY truth of my FABULOUS, BEAUTIFUL life.
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8:28 p.m. + 2005-05-15 = heart-attack holiday wishes.
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i should like to write something exquisite here.
BUT
i am too tired. too exhausted. too sluggish after sunday-afternoon beers and veggie burgers at the leaning tower of pizza with bakeress Rama.
PLUS
desperate housewives is on and mixtape covers need to be made and readied for monday shipment.
AND
tomorrow will be my second wednesday. or first thursday. (6day work week.)
i should like to fall asleep in an immaculate room and wake up to all the buffy the vampire slayer seasons 6&7 dvds fully-arrived in those lovely netflix envelopes and nothing better to do but to watch them and eat pb cup ice cream.
[[sprinkled with pb crunch cereal]]
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