yes, for those of you wondering, that was Bridget Fonda I was writing about in the, but Gabriele Anwar might have done in a pinch if you know what I mean (heck, I don't know what I mean half the time, so you've got an even chance)... this this and this (and on another night, which was closer to the date of this entry, this) attracted my attention for a little while as the film came to an end with a few bangs, and we continue this catching up thing we are doing... it's the next day, at least in memory and where else are we when writing or reading diaries if not in our memories... it is, after all, all in our minds...

but we did not come here to fantasize about who most excites libido (sorry to disappoint anyone disappointed) or to explore what we think about Eyes Wide Shut or The Da Vinci Code or Sacred Female rituals or any sort of orgies, we came here to get back to real-life (and not Harry Potter either, though Hermione is getting seriously attractive in her success, aye?... dirty old men everywhere are suddenly becoming fans, no doubt), which would be today, whenever that might be (but for more specific reference, check here and here (which would qualify as yesterday and today by now, but started out as today and tomorrow if you want to know right now, before we go any further... of course I will, what else are we here for?)...

speaking of jailbait (were we?), however irreverently, Precious comes out of her room (feeling the love, huh?... I've been occupying the living room by glancing up at the TV and watching just enough of whatever is on to give her the impression that she should not grab the remote and flip through channels like she usually does... the single focus distraction of one show is better for the rambling than the ADD channel flipping she usually does and I figured since she has a TV in her room and is allowed to take over the living room most of the time, she would mind my controlling the space and TV for a few hours) and looks lonely so we talk a few and give up the remote which seems to make her very happy... sitting with me in the living room is more desireable than sitting alone in her bedroom I guess, even if I am tapping keys and not actually watching TV with her... maybe I am ready for more distraction, or company, or am just being my altruistic semi-nurturing selfless self again... anyway, for whatever it means, we're not alone here anymore and so we'll try to keep our clothes on, right...

but for this entry, that is tomorrow, as is the show about Eminem and the show about the making of the third Harry potter film that is on the TV now, relatively simultaneously, and it appears we have lost our multi-track trains of thought, so this entry might be mostly filler as you see (or didn't you know?) and remembering what happened on this day may be beyond the grasp of my distracted mind at the moment... so I think it's time to move on to the next entry and hopefully find some trace of a train of thought somewhere out there (singing)...

what, you don't have enough links to explore?... you actually want substance?... well, I must be a real disappointment then, huh?...

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(just let me know you were here)