I just watched 21, and I've kind of developed a wee bit of a thing for Jim Sturgess.
Also: holidays. Y'all know what that means; I'm going home, less blogging, etc. More sleeping. Though as my teachers keep telling me, it's not a holiday, it's a "non-teaching period," which means there's no excuse not to give us work. Must they?
x
JAG
PS: jdl and N: I will reply soon, hopefully over the weekend, but I can't promise anything.
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You don't have to approve this comment, I'm just using it as a personal messaging service.
So, who's N? Because that lone initial is so much cooler than my JDL.
Call me L or something. That's nice and enigmatic. =)
Wait, no, did Facebook ruin the mystique?
L;
Meet N.
Also? You never had any mystique.
;-)
x
JAG
Hmm, I'd be offended and hurt, but my crush on you has passed. Now my heart belongs only to N.
But don't worry.
We'll always have Paris.
-jdl
Oh dear. Poor N. I'd better warn her.
=)
x
JAG
I was gonna make a comment along those lines, but your predictability saved me the effort.
=)
Oh, person whose name I apparently can't even hint at, you're something else.
Email.
Now.
-jdl
Wait, no need, I just gave her fair warning.
-jdl
Jim Sturgess is one of those people still awaiting approval for my one-chance-to-have-sex-with-a-celebrity list.
Hahaha.
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