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Dominic Monaghan is staring at me from the wall above my computer.

Huh. He's very serious and smoldering in this picture. I can't tell if he's thinking, "Write, damn you, or suffer under my blistering, accusatory glare!" or "Man, could I go for a bran muffin. And possibly a Tums."

Then again, if he's thinking like my character, I may have to duck flying battle axes. I can't decide what bugs me more -- the flying battle axe option, the indigestion option, or the crushing guilt option.

Come to think of it, somewhere between being raised Catholic and by my mother, I'm used to the crushing guilt and the flying battle axes.

You thought I was going to say I was going to say my mother gave me indigestion, didn't you?

Actually, she gave me guilt. And we had a really weird priest at our church. He used to juggle in the circus. Not to mention that time he got fired from that lumberjack job. Ergo, flying battle axes.

I should probably be writing, huh?

Oh, shut up, Dom.

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Just got done watching the trailer for "Stuck on You". Yeouch. Boy, is this movie going to be of the genre of movies that both suck and blow to the point that your local movie theater turns into a black hole.

It was worth it, however, for a scene with Cher (as herself) in bed watching TV with Frankie Muniz (as himself) as the actor she's been dating for the last three years. Funny as all hell, of course, because he's quite possibly younger than the wig she's wearing, the outfit she has on, the shade of lipstick she's mysteriously wearing to bed, the lollipop she's sucking, and several body parts we can and can't see.

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Just saw a news story that said that Britney's dad thought that her kiss with Madonna was "cool."

WOW. That's a level of ewwwww I never even knew existed! And I like looking at autopsy photos, for crying out loud.

Hee. Innards. *user bounces up and down happily*

(Not that I think that two girls kissing is worth an ewwwwww, but Britney and Madonna? Gyah. *user shudders* Incredibly enough, not on my list of OTPs. Actually, more like high up on my list entitled, "Please don't touch one another again in anything remotely resembling a romantic gesture. Ever. I beg you. You're ruining the Johnny Depp/Orlando Bloom/Dominic Monaghan/Viggo Mortensen/Antonio Banderas/Hugh Jackman/Peter Wingfield/James Marsters/Denzel Washington shagfest porn flick playing 24/7 in my head. Thank you.")