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If you've ever seen the film adaption of Bridget Jones' Diary, you'll recall the scene in which Mark Darcy and Daniel Cleaver have a fight in a restaurant. Halfway through their fisticuffs, a waiter enters with a birthday cake and everyone sings Happy Birthday to the recipient, with Mark Darcy mumbling his way through the song to much comedic effect. I did that today. I had no idea it was possible to forget the lyrics to Happy Birthday; although my brother was certainly amused.
I also answered my front door holding a longbow today. I am sure you are not surprised that I've been gallavanting around my house fully armed; but I was actually only dusting it and its accompanying arrows. The delivery man was certainly surprised, though.
Oh! Further on the sex dreams front, last night I had the weirdest (and oddly enough, hottest) dream ever. It involved myself, Conan O'Brien and Chris Noth.
Edit: Scarlett Johansson and I share a piercing. She and I are getting married in the Spring, you're all invited.
I also answered my front door holding a longbow today. I am sure you are not surprised that I've been gallavanting around my house fully armed; but I was actually only dusting it and its accompanying arrows. The delivery man was certainly surprised, though.
Oh! Further on the sex dreams front, last night I had the weirdest (and oddly enough, hottest) dream ever. It involved myself, Conan O'Brien and Chris Noth.
Edit: Scarlett Johansson and I share a piercing. She and I are getting married in the Spring, you're all invited.