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First, some funny stuff.

Ughughughugh...

I've had entirely too much wine today. It was all in good fun, but my stomach now seems to have decided that it is going to give yoga a try since I've quit.

You see, I don't get drunk. I just don't. This could be because of a high alcohol tolerance, or the fact that -unlike far too many people I know- I don't use alcohol as a means to feel better, be that through getting a buzz or creating artificial confidence. It may be both, since I don't react to reefer at all (makes my eyes sore though), and it usually takes three or four tylenols to help me out. This is a good thing; I will never have to apologize for throwing up all over somebody else's bathroom, nor will I ever wake up next to some ugly dude with a stupid haircut who can't shut up about how amazing he is. This is nice.

However, after over half of a bottle of Pinot Giorgio today, I've realized that while I don't get drunk, I go pretty much straight to hangover. My head is pounding, my eyes hurt, my stomach is pissed, and i've had three bottles of water. Oooh, yes, and I can't fucking sleep.

So yes. Because I've once again written an entry consisting of nothing other than self-absorbed prattle, here is a picture of Colin Firth ala Mr. Darcy.



If you are a straight male or gay female, those are some mighty powerful sideburns, eh?? If you happen to be my boyfriend, he is a mere actor whom I admire far less than you, and to post many photos of you here would cause people to try to steal you away from me at once. ^_~