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He's cute. Smart as hell. Funny. Incredible in bed.

And yet I feel like I don't know a single thing about him.

Maybe that's just as well.

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Bob Russell is a fucking moron.

Not only is he stupid enough to think he can flog his wink-wink-nudge-nudge calculated ignorance in a cowboy hat act all the way to the Oval Office, he also has the balls to think he can justify it by attempting to pass off H.L. Mencken's words as his ownI'm sorry, Mr. Vice President, but me fucking your ( Read more... )

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He's way too good to me.

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Hey, I'm using that filter option again. It's nice. Mostly because the number of people I want to talk to keeps shrinking.

I guess you saw the accidental bit of gossip that cropped up on this thing. Weird, huh? I'd heard rumors, but -- damn. Didn't see that coming ( Read more... )

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I wasn't even drunk.

I'm not big on self-fulfilling prophecy, or even living by the words of Bonnie Raitt, and yet there it is.

Was.

I had a damn good time, though. The boy's got some game.

As well as some hidden talents.

We'll see how long this lasts.

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There's always a catch-22, isn't there?

I don't want to go out, and I sure as hell don't want a boyfriend. (Or a girlfriend. That was worse.)

And this "curling up with a good book" thing's not workin' for me.

Dammit.

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Is it me, or are the Beatles dropping off in order of fuckability?

Whatever. I'm going bowling.

(Not with any of the surviving Beatles, though.)

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I've got a date.

With Will Bailey.

On Valentine's Day.

Who am I?

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