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May. 12th, 2006 09:38 pmWest Wing ending = sadness.
But they're running the first episode at (I think) 7 on Sunday, and that has Lisa Edelstein. And Lisa smoking pot, and a shot of Lisa's arse and quite a few shots of her rather shapely and beautiful legs under a nightshirt.
I'm reading this article on the show, and the author's so right that I'm all angsty and depressed now.
I watched the Sheryl Crow concert on PBS last night. And the orchestra section was awesome. (And there was this one blonde chick in the middle of the section with loads of eyeliner that was exuding sex the entire time. . . and I'm in love. I swear, I've been trying to find out her name for a while; I know they flashed the names of the string players at the end during the credits, but I wasn't taping it and it was too fast to copy them down. I've decided that I want to meet her. Because she plays the violin like I do the viola, with all hair flipping and dancing and gratuitous use of 3rd position. I'm pretty sure she's a violin. But if she's a viola, well, she needs to get on a plane to St. Louis, because I need to do her rightthefucknow.) Anyway. Hot string player drool session over.
Melissa's B-day party is tomorrow. I'm ripping all my Cheno/Idina/Wicked/Rent stuff for her as I have no money to buy presents.
But they're running the first episode at (I think) 7 on Sunday, and that has Lisa Edelstein. And Lisa smoking pot, and a shot of Lisa's arse and quite a few shots of her rather shapely and beautiful legs under a nightshirt.
I'm reading this article on the show, and the author's so right that I'm all angsty and depressed now.
I watched the Sheryl Crow concert on PBS last night. And the orchestra section was awesome. (And there was this one blonde chick in the middle of the section with loads of eyeliner that was exuding sex the entire time. . . and I'm in love. I swear, I've been trying to find out her name for a while; I know they flashed the names of the string players at the end during the credits, but I wasn't taping it and it was too fast to copy them down. I've decided that I want to meet her. Because she plays the violin like I do the viola, with all hair flipping and dancing and gratuitous use of 3rd position. I'm pretty sure she's a violin. But if she's a viola, well, she needs to get on a plane to St. Louis, because I need to do her rightthefucknow.) Anyway. Hot string player drool session over.
Melissa's B-day party is tomorrow. I'm ripping all my Cheno/Idina/Wicked/Rent stuff for her as I have no money to buy presents.