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A sexier man bashes President Bush. No offense, Russ.

This might be a long one. I'm wicked caffeinated. And just got back from seeing Harry Potter. Is it wrong of us to comment on the aging Potter kids' future shaggability? I mean, in a world of Olsen Twin legality countdowns--or is it Hilary Duff now? I don't know. Whatever. Harry Potter's gonna be a babe soon.

I think I shall go in for younger men. They seem to like me lately.

I have taken up wearing four-inch heels again. I have spent too much time around short people this year. I like walking in heels. It might be bad for you, but there's something about my snakeskin heels and red lipstick that just works for me. I was born about 40 years too late, I think. I would've made a fabulous pinup girl. Pale skin and curves...

It's too late to start a movie. I need to sleep. But I want to watch Sin City again to try and determine if Jessica Alba or Rosario Dawson is more of a fox.

I want somebody to tell me I'm a fox. (Unasked, so don't leave me a comment saying so)

Wow, this entry is egocentric. But really, that's what journals are about, isn't it? I make the mistake of thinking that nobody really reads this crap, and I am often proved wrong...

You (probably) have no fucking idea what it means to miss New Orleans, but I do right now. A lot. I wish it was there for me to visit.

and now, some GNR for you:
If I say I don't need anyone
I can say these things to you
'Cause
I can turn on any one
Just like I turned on you
I've got a tongue like a razor
A sweet switchblade knife
And I can do you favors
But then you'll do whatever I like

Here I am
And you're a Rocket Queen
I might be a little young
But honey I ain't naive
Here I am
And you're a Rocket Queen oh yeah
I might be too much
But honey you're a bit obscene

I've seen everything imaginable
Pass before these eyes
I've had everything that's tangible
Honey you'd be surprised
I'm a sexual innuendo
In this burned out paradise
If you turn me on to anything
You better turn me on tonight...