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February 8, 2005
Blue-Eyed Daffodil
on't get me started. Really. I don't want to blog today. I'm freakin' out. I'm cold, my nose is running, Sunny went and got her tongue stuck to a frozen utility pole, and Michael Moore is still a fat asshat!
And don't get me started on the Stupor Bowl and friggin' Sir Paul McCartney. Jesus, what a dillwad! Hey, Jude, you need to go out and get a life!
Eomer is still a God, though.
I'm going to go do something useful, like find some more Kirsten Dunst photos for the troops.
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Posted by witnit at February 8, 2005 10:15 AM
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