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Damn Steve Buscemi and his wily updating ways. I figure I ought to have something up within the next twenty-four hours, for fear of torture by fire at the hands of one Jaime Pressly, Pyromaniac Extraordinaire. I'm too lazy to link to userinfos, you'll just have to search for them yourself. So back to Jaime. I told her that I already had an update written, and I may or may not have lied. Hey, I never claimed to be the epitome of All That Is Good And Pure.
It's ever so entertaining to watch fans speculate over your sexuality. I could post pictures and videos of my more recent escapades, but I think it would be almost too much for them to take in all at once. They're also rejoicing in the news of my haircut, seen here. Most think it was due to a storyline in The L Word that called for Kate taking an ax to my head, but, really, I just wanted to copy Winona Ryder. Apparently, I haven't a bone of originality in my entire body. It certainly makes for an interesting time when I ask her to watch us in the mirror.
Somehow, this update feels horribly inadequate. If you don't mind, I'm going to go sob into the bosoms of my various lovers over my lack of icons.