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Did you ever wake up knowing damn well you had an incredibly screwed-up dream and you can't remember what the hell it was? It doesn't bother me so much that I don't remember what happened, but I just know at some point today, I'm just going to blurt out, "I had the weirdest dream last night." And then when someone asks me what the hell I'm talking about, I'm going to have to make something up, like, "I was juggling ferrets while wearing a rodeo clown outfit and a Tupperware party broke out."

And you know, having dug up my copy of Aerosmith's "Dream On", I'm damn near positive it's always going to make me think of "Miracle". Which isn't such a bad thing, but like I need another song guaranteed to make me blubber like an infant.

I also need to finish fanfic today. That's just all there is to it. *stubborn*

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Who the fuck is doing those annoying anonymous "See The Passion of the Christ!" comments? Because if they want to guarantee I won't want to see the movie, they've done their job.

EDIT: I've decided that whoever's doing it is some Gibson-hating nut who wants to bug people to the point of disgust every time they even hear the phrase "The Passion of the Christ". Makes a lot more sense that way.

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Charisma Carpenter, in a TV Guide Online interview when asked if she's up for the planned Wonder Woman movie: "I am actively putting it out there that I want to do Lynda Carter."

And somewhere out there, a 40-year-old comic book and fantasy geek just ruined a perfectly good pair of X-Men boxer shorts.

EDIT: Joss Stone's version of "Fell in Love With a Boy" has completely ruined what little love I had for the White Stripes. That just needed to be shared.

And who the hell sung the original version of Melissa Etheridge's new song? I heard it today on the radio and I think I sprained something trying to remember. (EDIT, PART TWO: Never mind. It was Greenwheel. Whose version I liked better, by the by.)

Oh my God ...

Soft-core porn action figures! *dies laughing*

You don't even want to know what the kung-fu grip is for. Trust me.

EDIT: ( Jesus, I didn't look this pretty when I was thirteen. Hell, I don't think I look this pretty *now.* )