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Friday, February 26, 2010

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Well, THAT hit a little close to home, Ms Picket.

Well played, ma'am. Well played, indeed.

By GOD do I love this.

I do know that phone booth, save for the snow. I was wearing boxer shorts and Doc Martens.

1) How are we all so alike when we are all so different?
2) High five, Picket, you goddess.

My friend and I had this very conversation just last night. You have hit something, and gorgeously.

I've been on the other end of that phone. It's rare that I feel like I suddenly, instinctively know a fictional character.

This is really amazing. I love it...

Oh HELL fucking yes, my girl.

I feel like I've been the person making that call and picking it up when the phone rings at 2 a.m. and you hear that voice on the other end. So fantastic this is. Wish I could figure out how to do this like you, lady.

I'm smiling. And you know why.

This weblog is being featured on Five Star Friday!

http://www.fivestarfriday.com/2010/03/five-star-fridays-edition-93.html

Brilliant!

I feel like I've been the person making that call and picking it up when the phone rings at 2 a.m. and you hear that voice on the other end. So fantastic this is. Wish I could figure out how to do this like you, lady.

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