I've been a good girl for a very long time.
I have not, however, been watching my ass. Since the only thing I hate more than people who say they love things more than air (you LOVE air? really. REALLY. you love it. Like one may love, what, shelter? Not...say, require it. Or appreciate it. Or simply need it to live. Love it, huh? Freaking idiot.) is people who let themselves go, I'll be doing sit-ups this evening. My belly is NOT at optimal flatness.
Ah, and for the record, 'Mr.Brooks' is all sorts of fantastic, and just begging for a sequel. Much more worthy of continuation than, for example, Shrek. Just saying.
Hmm. I miss Guy. I miss him more than clean drinking water.
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