| weakness. i hate you. you cripple me. |
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| i have no idea whats going on. |
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| long-overdue update...
im home. i'd rather be in la. what am i gonna do here? watch movies, of course! it's movie season!!
walk the line - sharon (seen)
brokeback mountain - irene and sharon
producers - mom
munich - mom
syriana - lauren
if anyone would like to add on, i am gladly accepting reservations. that is all. happy holidays to all.
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| i gotta do this, to "return the favor".
BigBwong: I'LL BE THERE FOR YOU THESE FIVE WORDS I SWEAR TO YOU WHEN YOU BREATHE, I WANNA BE THE AIR FOR YOU, I'LL BE THERE FOOOOORRRRRR YOOOUUUUUU
much love to ya, big... you da man. |
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| As I came home from a looong Sunday of shopping for apartment/school stuff, I was extremely exhausted and crashed. I woke up with a smile on my face after one of the most pleasant naps I'd ever taken, and glanced at the clock to see that it was 8:55--just in time for Family Guy.
I ran downstairs with a blurry memory and a glimmer of hope. As I opened the kitchen door, my eyes instantly lit up as my wish had come true--one beautiful piece of caramel apple pie left in the pan.
As I placed it in the microwave, I began to think of the stereotypical childhood memory... You come home from school, thirsty. You pour yourself a cold glass of milk from the fridge, and with it eat a slice of pie--oooh, the childhood happiness... As I came back into reality, I realized -- I never had pie at home when I was younger, nor did I ever like to drink milk. My, was I an odd little feller...
As the microwave beeped, I found myself trying to remember what really did make me happy when I was little. Just then, my mom interrupts my flashbacks, holding my yellow UCLA t-shirt and said, "Take your blouse upstairs." |
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