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My fabulous destiny.

I noticed, via the cover of Allure, that Amelié is in the Da Vinci Code movie. How queer is that. Pretty queer. She's still making Amelié faces. She is Amelié. There is no Audrey Tautou.

A guy asked for my number quite awhile back. He said that he'd been wanting to ask me out for quite some time. He is the guy on the International Imports commercials, for you local people. He is hot.

Does he call? No. Does another non-attractive, profoundly repulsive person with the same name begin randomly texting me so that I think it's him? Yes. Do I call him and ask him on a date for ten minutes before realizing I'm talking to an entirely different person? Yes, I do.

You will never hear a person's tone change so dramatically from the start of a conversation to its end as did take place in that conversation. By the end, I wanted to put a bullet in my head.

I may still.


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May. 10th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)
this is not a democracy.
May. 9th, 2006 03:38 pm (UTC)
She seems to do the coy Amelié thing so well, so she's sticking to it.

You could always tell the unattractive guy you've got a bad case of the bird flu and save yourself from doing the whole kill thyself thing.
May. 10th, 2006 05:04 am (UTC)
bird flu, mad cow, monkey plague whichever.
May. 10th, 2006 02:34 am (UTC)
Well, if you're going to kill yourself, you might as well wait until the date with Mr. Repulsive so you can first kill him too. Make the world a better place for the rest of us and all that. ;)
May. 10th, 2006 05:02 am (UTC)
not going on a date. although a murder suicide sounds delightful.
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