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I've decided, that's what I want to be when I grow up.
I fit the profile, sort of. I'm gorgeously flawed, I can be raunchy, I'm funny, despite my whining I am actually pretty tough...
Aw, who the fuck am I kidding? As long as I'm friends with Britt, I'll never be able to make that status. After all, she's like a genetically engineered gay icon. She's like a gay icon spliced with the Marlboro Man and Marie Curie.
Congrats, Britt. I'm like, uber proud of you.
I fit the profile, sort of. I'm gorgeously flawed, I can be raunchy, I'm funny, despite my whining I am actually pretty tough...
Aw, who the fuck am I kidding? As long as I'm friends with Britt, I'll never be able to make that status. After all, she's like a genetically engineered gay icon. She's like a gay icon spliced with the Marlboro Man and Marie Curie.
Congrats, Britt. I'm like, uber proud of you.
posted by Bree O'Connor at 7:47 AM
4 Comments:
C'mon, you're in show biz, baby. That's way better than law. Now if you can build up a resumé of failed marraiges, a couple stints in detox, and a well-publicized run in with the cops, I think you're a shoo-in. Besides Britt's already an icon with the drunken-bar-band-dude set.
That's like, the nicest thing you've ever said to me. (sniff)
No really. That's really is the nicest thing you've ever said to me.
Don't get used to it.
I knew you'd say that.
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