take your perpetually pursed lips back to england
a june issue of the new yorker, or a portrait of caitlin t. deatly?
tough call my friends, tough call.
on another note...happy nineteenth birthday, em. thumbs up for a celebration in new york city tonight.
p.s. the excerpt that i viewed of the mtv movie awards made me want to die. lindsay lohan beat out scarlett johansson [<--uhh, sex] for some mtv-erized category like "best breakout female performance." [gag.] illegitimate as the category may have been, scarlett should pretty much win anything. and brittany murphy needs to refrain from talking in a clearly drunken, "ghetto" manner while attempting to show that she's tight with the wayans brothers. not with that miniscule white ass you aren't, brit. peace.