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Saturday, September 03, 2011

When I Grow Up....

....I want to be Helen Mirren. Is that too much to ask?

Didn't think so.

Also. This is the last weekend before classes start. So I'm celebrating in a typical fashion. By doing a bunch of writing on a tire swing in a park while the crickets chirp. And hanging out with friends laughing. And making as few plans as possible.

A more important issue, though, might be contemplating why I'm watching Sweet Home Alabama. (and actually enjoying it)

Someone needs a date. Bad. To remind me how wonderful I have it.

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