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I do have a bit of a thing for Rourke, I’m afraid. I wish I didn’t, because he’s not very cool. But I properly love at least three of this films, and I even *quite* liked him in Man On Fire. Which is saying something.
And, Suede, dude! It *is* winter, after all, and it’s been fucking cold this week. I certainly wouldn’t have left the house if I had the choice. Seriously. I hate winter. Don’t ask what I’ve been doing, though. The *most* idiotic job, which has to be done nownownow, but I’d rather be doing art stuff instead. Which is a rotten feeling to carry around all week. In winter.
But I think I’ve got this weekend free to do such things. I do need to buy food, but I may just stay in, and suck lumps of frozen spinach if I get hungry, instead. |
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