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Don't you sass me, boy!

Doubt the homework's going to get done tonight, and Michelle's got a monster headache, and Lisa's locked in her room and here I am. Here I am, said the man in the sun, working on my tan. But the Sadie Valentino Story moves forward on an even keel, which probably means it's going to be derailed at any minute by a passing motorcar on this cross-country highway called my brain. "You may experience a moment of ego loss." That doesn't matter, because even the shitty rancid diversions and tangents and long-forgotten side projects mean something, even when they've been deleted or stomped on or stuck in some drawer somewhere never to be seen again (until they return, festering corpses bent on making themselves known, fully capable of revising themselves at will).

I have Michelle's copy of My Big Fat Greek Wedding up here in my room. I have not seen this, but since I've given myself over to the idea of doing that homework tomorrow? Might as well watch a film after I write some more.

Comments (9)

The Greek Wedding is a fantastic movie that'll make you feel all warm and comfy on the inside.

ben:

Still haven't watched it yet. I figure it's a good reward if I get some homework done today.

Joy:

It's okay. That Aidan guy from Sex and the City is the "romantic lead," though.

ben:

Oh, yeah, him.

(What a reaction, right?)

Are you at work or at home?

'That Aidan guy from Sex and the City is the "romantic lead," though.'

You say that like it's a bad thing. Apart from being a great actor he's just so gosh darn cute!

Joy:

I was at work, but now I'm a home.

He reminds me of all the virile, redneck young men in my hometown who drink beer out of cans and have big trucks and plaid jackets. Bah!

Yes he does. That's part of what makes him so sexy, the totality of his heterosexuality.

Holy crap I sound like a sex-nerd.

ben:

But sexy, you mean ugly and slovenly, yes?

I always liked Schteve better...!

(especially when he's only wearing sweat pants and carrying a pan of lasagne!)

matt:

I couldn't stand Greek Wedding! It drove me nute. Marriage is stoopid!

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