An evening in the life of Melle

Tonight, I cooked. And then I ate. And then Ioitered around for a few hours. I ate a litre of chocolate mousse. By myself. In the space of about three hours. Watched the MTV Movie Awards. Drooled over Kelly Osbourne. Stared at Winona Rider's breasts. (Dude, she was liftingthem! It was kinda hard not to stare!) Wished more blokes would wear eyeliner on worldwide TV. (Ewan McGregor, I love you!) Currently, I'm alterating between reading Tomato Nation, watching In the Heat Of the Night (I love you too, Mr Poitier!) and some movie called The Rape of Richard Beck, which, as you've probably guessed, is about one Richard Beck, a cop, being raped. Richard Beck is played by Richard Crenna, whom I have this weird Thing for. I've had the pleasure of seeing him play a Dad earlier today, so it's kinda weird to see him in this role.

... And this, ladies and gents, is why I'll never get the whole "gay lifestyle" concept. If I even have a lifestyle, oit's the Single Nerd one.

Edit: Dude, this woman on ItHotN? Has the pointiest breasts ever. Seriously. WTF?

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Heh. So I'm looking through old entries, and I come across these things I've said, which pretty much sum me up:

I made a big to-do list on the train. Dude. I'm a slacker. But now I'm a slacker with a to-do list, so I know exactly what I'm not doing.

Have stuff to do. Am not doing it. Flake! With a to-do list! On the loose! Beware.

Heh.

Edit: Also:

femgeek: An optic ellips! That's it!
fretless16:is that where you just think; you see loads of tiny dots?

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I hart Shakira. This song makes me want to dance through my flat like a dork.