lobsterchick's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Ah Just Loooove Actin'! It's So Fuuuun! Okay, if for some reason I ever get invited to the Oscars (which I know, is a long shot, since I can't act or sing or dance, or for all I know, edit very well), I know my exact outfit. It's going to be a replica of the ballernia-style dress that Carrie wore in the finale of Sex and the City, except instead of green, it's gonna be blue. No freako, Lara-Flynn-Boyle-esque lace-up sandals for me, but instead, some kick-ass, strappy silver Manolos. My hair will be sleek but not cue-ball, and done up with extensions in, like, a big curly, thing. I'll take my mom the first time. And I'll make her dress up in a pimp-daddy tux and top hat so people will wonder who the little short guy I'm dating is. I totally won't do that. But wouldn't it be funny? And of course I'll win. I have no fucking clue what for, but I will totally win. And unlike some winners, I will leave all the g's on all my -ing words. All of them. Every last one. 12:46 PM - 01 March 2004 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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