Saturday, August 16, 2003

 I don't want to talk about it.

Ok, actually, I'm more than willing to talk about it. Trix can attest to that.

But I won't blog about it, because it'll just make me all icky and yucky and put me in a depressed funk. Besides, it'll be funnier through IM. And if you're one of the lucky few who actually has my number, it'll be even way more hilarious with my hysterically ranty voice. Shrieks and snarks with all the correct inflections. Heh.

Let's just say... Maybe I'm a priss. Maybe I'm spoiled. Maybe I just expect too much. I mean, I knew that place was a bit ghetto, but exactly how trashy? Bit of a shock. Not that I'm not used to trash, ya know.


To Meg, who deserted me after asking the question:
Yes, Pooh finished BoB this morning. Yes, Pooh sat forward, eyes glued to the screen, just staring at all the hot men. Mmmm. Shirtless, wet Damian. Or Damian in his uniform with the collar open. Or Damian laughing at his drunk friends. And... um... oh yeah, there were way more guys. Mmmm to Matthew Settle. When he gets all cleaned up? Hot damn. And The Donnie in a tank top!! Damn. Those shoulders. Damn. And Neal with those eyes. Daaamn. (Must remember to watch the tape of last night's Boomtown). Oh, and... yes, Meg, Pooh did tear up at the end when you hear all the real people talking. Sigh. I'm such a sap. I'm so so so so so glad I got the DVDs.

|| posted by Pooh at 5:57 PM ... ||

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