fumblinglust's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Happy 200! Happy 200th entry...to me! Nothing terribly important to report today. I bought a little English phone booth pill box today. It was too cliched and hilarious to pass up. One of these days I'll be a pill popping, Karen-esque, fabulous 40-something. Ah, those will be the days. Oh god, I almost forgot. Hott married English boy showed up at work this afternoon. I am so used to seeing him in fabulous "Tom Ford for Gucci" suits that when I saw him walk down the stairs in jeans and a Manchester United soccer jersy, I didn't recognise him. He waved and I waved back, but it didn't click that it was him until he said "Hey, Andrea" in his beautiful, wet-my-pants-hot, accent. Still married though. Married and hot as fuck. Must go to sleep but can't stop watching Ab Fab re-runs. Oh, well. Who needs 8 hours of sleep anyway? 2:30 a.m. - 2003-04-29 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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