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Monday, July 19, 2004 at 11:37AM I’d like to think that it is mere laziness and not sheer lameness that has kept Love Actually in my dvd player for the last week or so. I’d like to think that. As it stands, I have watched that piece of fluff in entirety or pared down to the “good parts” about 8 times since I purchased it and immediately slid it into my Sony. Why, you ask? What makes this chocolate-covered bit of British sweetness so delectable? The answer is, I DON’T KNOW but it bloody well is, so shut up and stop judging me. Plus, it makes me cry. More than once. Hell, I cry like ten minutes into the fucking movie. And in its defense, the film may be lacking in the, uh, art department, but Hugh Grant is funny and charming (and has a dance scene); that girl who is supposed to be chubby but isn’t is adorable; Liam Neeson and his son are heartbreaking and hilarious and Alan Rickman and Emma Thompson continue their tradition of acting the hell out of their respective parts. So there.
Also, finally, one of my circle has reached the great heights of fame! Check this out the picture on this article and click “enlarge this image.” If you squint, you can just make out the teeny little mohawk on the far right side, right in the middle. And just in case you were wondering, no, no, no, I’m not jealous at all that while that asshole is gallivanting about the country with rockers, my most recent success was being lucky enough to find my favorite type of Eggo Waffles in the 24-count box on sale at QFC. I stocked up.
In other news, thanks to Avi for being the coolest person ever who brings me bagels when I whine that I really want one but am too lazy to go get one for myself.
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