another kind of me

saturday, july 18, 1998, 04:54 so i'm hoping that we did the right thing. after all, it was sitting in the parking lot. alone. with no collar. what were the choices, right? but i'm just hoping that out there, somewhere, someone isn't out looking, desperately, hoping, hoping to find, perhaps, somewhere, and knowing full well in their heart that they're never going to find that poor creature that is now sitting in my doorway. hoping that it's just a stray, and that we now have a new friend, or something of the sort. and a word of caution: never flush the kitty litter. ... the mask of zorro had just the right amounts of funny and fire and swords and kissing and love and romance and gold and good guys and bad guys and heros and legends but for all of that, the one problem i had was when the girl, who has just finished freeing all the slaves while the menfolk are off doing their duty-bound sword-fight to the death thing, goes over to kiss the boy and her fingers are sitting there right in front of us taking up a good part of the screen, i couldn't help notice that her fingernails were emaculately clean. ugh. up one | mail | mon | thu | fri