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[Jun. 29th, 2009|11:29 pm] |
i be drinkin Carlo Rossi on yo stoop while you sleepin
mixin that shit with vodka, like creepin
if you be walkin down my street and you pass
I be hopin a bakery truck be flattenin yo ass |
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| i wish i was special |
[Jun. 24th, 2009|04:53 pm] |
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Working a lot. But finally I'm off and I can enjoy it. Until I have to go to my mother's house and pick up a bunch of heavy shit and bring it all by myself in a cab to a new apartment. What will be the reward? Only time will tell. I suppose the reward will be that I will have my stuff readily available in day to day life. Meh. I never much cared for that stuff.
Work is alright. I'm a manager now and I'm giving up my waitressing and bartending shifts as soon as possible. Q: why is my computer redly-underlining the words 'waitressing and bartending'? Are these not legitimate words? Damned if I know. i've learned to let these things go.
hmm. I guess it's about time for me to head to my mother's house and carry mad shit. But I'm lazy and i enjoy procrastinating. It is my number one activity.
Katie Flynn is really into lifting again. She loves to stare at her muscles while lifting and be like "ahhhh." I wanted to share that with you.
She is way too far away and I must go to visit her. When, though?
i have no time. |
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| Mayonnaise |
[Oct. 6th, 2008|05:04 pm] |
Not to post gratuitously, but I just had a stunning realization while composing a mini turkey n cheese sandwich: Mayonnaise is *kinda* gross.
I should have known this. It comes from eggs, the food that makes me incredibly uncomfortable.
Still, that Mayo is gross will not stop me from eating it. It's delicious. And it's got charm! |
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| Most Underrated Song of the 90s |
[Oct. 6th, 2008|04:06 pm] |
is Your Woman by White Town. I remember when the song was popular (maybe 1996?)...it was a good year. Maybe? Anyway, the song was actually a letter written to the lead singer of White Town by his ex gf upon their break up. I always thought it was kind of a dick move to turn such a personal note into a song. And that the song became a hit...well, I bet bitch was piiiiiiiissed. But it's a damn fine song, and I like to think about the girl writing it. It's a damn fine letter!
think she was probably better off without the lead singer of White Town. We all know what happens to ex one-hit-wonders. Por ejemplo, Rufus Humphrey of television's Gossip Girl (Dan's dad is totes different in literary Gossip Girl. HE'S NOT EVEN A ROCKER, HE IS A WRITER. But writers are too boring for television, obvi). One hit wonders end up cuckolded by their painter-wives, left alone to raise a pseudo-intellectual, brooding son who's afraid of rich people, and a ruthless social climbing bitch who can never live up to the likes of Blair Waldorf. I don't like J-Humph. OH--and he lives in BROOKLYN! eek. [actually, all of the above makes Rufus Humphrey perfect, except that he is NOT a writer, which makes me sad.]
Another thing I like to think about is back in the day, when they were going to make GG as a movie starring Lindsay as Blair. What would life be like right now had that come to fruition? My Monday nights would be different (I would actually be able to watch How I Met Your Mother at it's regularly scheduled time of 8:30, which is smack-dab in the middle of GG) I'll bet LiLo's life would be different, too. Ultimately I am happy that Gossip Girl is a show, but there will always be the ghost of what might have been.
I digress. The point is, here are the lyrics for White Town's Your Woman. If you haven't heard the song, you should go illegally download it. Or stay where you are and illegally download it! Note the melodic similarities to the Imperial March by John Williams--this is essential to understanding the song's brilliance.
Side Note: IFUCKINGLOVESTARWARS!!
Just tell me what you've got to say to me,
I've been waiting for so long to hear the truth,
It comes as no surprise at all you see,
So cut the crap and tell me that we're through.
Now I know your heart, I know your mind,
You don't even know you're being unkind,
So much for all your highbrow Marxist ways,
Just use me up and then you walk away,
Boy you can't play me that way.
Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.
When I saw my best friend yesterday,
She said she never liked you from the start,
Well me, I wish that I could claim the same,
But you always knew you held my heart.
And you're such a charming handsome man,
Now I think I finally understand,
Is it in your genes?, I don't know,
But I'll soon find out, that's for sure,
Why did you play me this way?.
Well I guess what you say is true,
I could never be the right kind of girl for you,
I could never be your woman.
Well I guess what they say is true,
I could never spend my life with a man like you,
I could never be your woman.
xoxo |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 20th, 2008|02:27 am] |
Jillian____--__---__--__--_--____-----__
dear jillian!
go to hell girl you make me sick i hoope your new boyfriend gets cancer in his dick what makes you think \
there are more than 10 things i hate about you |
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| Dear God! |
[Jul. 30th, 2008|05:36 pm] |
Dear God,
no, this is not a letter to the purported almighty. this is an exclamation in reaction to my life right now. situation, if you will.
packing, or lack thereof:
I can't pack. I can't clean, I can't pack. it's not just that these don't come easy to me. I physically and mentally (and, perhaps, emotionally? no. no homo*) am incapable of packing. motivation has something, or much, to do with it. my brain just isn't capable of such methodical tasks, logical arrangements, and my body's too heavy.
I can't pack.
*really not being homophobic here. we all know that. it's lil waynes's phrase
life: (not lacking, not yet)
fun. good? confusing.
job: none
want of job: without
friends: plentiful, but more importantly, quality. (priceless)
Kyle is packing. seems slightly disturbed at my lack of packing.
Megan is yoga-ing, then come-ing over.
Sarah is beautiful.
Ivan is helpful (and wise).
Katie Flynn is moving also, probably more successfully, as she is always a success
Sarah Ganley is in Ecuador, but managed to find my phone. (genius)
Richie is away. too far away. for too long.
sister: one
gainfully and brilliantly employed. going to college! conn college. meggy and i will visit and pretend to be in college again.
smith: has a reputation for pearls. it's all i hear. i will visit when certain someones rejoin us north american scum.
book: dropped books whose covers are embarassing for book whose words are embarrassing if, say, you're on a bus and react slightly to something written in the book, and the sweet old grandma (or the 12 year old boy) looks over your shoulder and sees "he slid two fingers into my cunt...his flaccid prick penetrated me deeper than any man's erection could" (so, i'm reading "fear of flying" by erica jong. yeah it's interesting).
mastercard, visa, target card:
priceless
maybe i should sell out? i wouldn't know where to begin... |
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| Checkers |
[May. 23rd, 2008|05:51 pm] |
I've decided to make an entire checker set out of the caps from diet coke bottles. Actually, it'll be diet coke vs. coke zero. When playing checkers I generally choose black. Now, however, given my clear bias towards diet coke, I'll have to re-orient myself to be the red side. It's only right. It shouldn't take very long to collect enough caps.
In other news, Marketing Fire is closing. Found out on Cinco de Mayo. A cinco de mayo miracle!
In OTHER news, it's memorial day weekend. Meggy even got 3 days off--a memorial day miracle!
These things make me happy. Life is gooood and I'm having fun :)
Since when does this happen? |
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| PSA |
[Apr. 23rd, 2008|03:54 pm] |
This is a public service announcement, courtesy of moi:
Be nice. Be fucking nice. How hard is it? It's not. I'm nice probably 95% of the time, and I deal with some really shitty people.
It's not cool to be a bitch. Bitch is not "the new black." If you think it's cool to be bitchy most of the time, you're clearly not attuned to what other people think of you. And I know--it shouldn't matter what other people think of you, but guess what: you care. You totally care. It's one thing to be a free spirit and not care about people JUDGING you. However, that is not the case. Not at all. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 25th, 2008|12:20 pm] |
I just got off the phone with my boss, who is currently in Vietnam. She seems to think I'm doing a good job, which is rare. But I guess distance makes things better? No, I can actually thoroughly dispute that idea with confidence.
In other news, I'm about to say something shocking. I freaking LOVE the bus. NUTS!! Not 6 months ago I would have kicked anyone who suggested the NYC bus system is anything better than awful, but my whole attitude has recently changed. Why? Well, there is the simple fact that I am now an East Sider. Gross, I know. This alters not only my feelings about transportation, but my whole identity as a New Yorker, which I'm frankly not so thrilled about. However, being a resident of the notoriously subway-lite side of NYC has led me to seek out other modes of transport (4,5,6 all run on the same line, and that's all we've got!). I've heard rumors that the fabled 2nd avenue subway plan is finally underway, but even though a source very trustworthy 'confirmed' this (Jon), I'm skeptical.
Another factor in this sudden revelation is what I like to call the "rent" factor. I'm not sure if you know this about me, but I used to be a cab girl. No lie. Sometimes I'd rack up four or five cab rides a day. Kinda sick, but I could do it because I was totally banking and living at home. All this has changed now...that is not to say I'm broke, but I could use the extra cash from cabs to feed myself more frequently. Or buy diet coke. So, cabs are a "sometimes" thing.
Still, what about the subway? I've developed a distaste for the Subway in my day-to-day life. Barring weekends, it is rare that I ever need to travel more than the distance between work and home. Both are on the 6 line, but the 6 is a good four avenues from my home, and two from my office. The distance to the bus is much shorter, so that's really a no brainer.
Finally, the bus is less crowded and more cell phone friendly, which comes in handy while texting my coworker on our way into the office (a frequent practice to prep for the day/bitch about stuff). Of course, this reason may change if the city goes ahead and makes cell service available in the tunnels. I haven't been following that so much.
Well this is pretty much a boring post. whatevs. pshh it's the weekend! i'm getting drunk at work and wearing the waffle shirt that i borrowed/stole/was given by Kyle. It's pretty sick. Also I just wanted to clarify that while I only mentioned being happy about the return of Ganley to the states, I was also thrilled that Mikey D. came to visit! I hope to see him in the NEAR future. Maybe for Ganley's bday? idk
Ok now i'm going to go buy some lunch. yummm
peace |
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| Carl Von Clausewitz |
[Jan. 24th, 2008|04:35 pm] |
So, Kyle [here is where I explain that Kyle is my roommate:
Kyle is Sarah Schwed's BFF from college so as you can imagine, I jumped at the chance to live with him. we agreed to live together before meeting based on a mutual love of degrassi and (of course) Sarah Schwed. While messy, he is a pretty good roommate--I don't think anyone else would tolerate my shenanigans or my mess, which is significantly larger than his.
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has suggested that a short story about my place of business might be entertaining. I'm beginning to agree. Hoping that he'll take over that idea so that I don't have to do it myself. The dynamics here are interesting, involving a crazy boss and an awesome coworker. Don't think I can go into too much detail here (the internet is being watched) but as I come across day to day amusements, I might be inclined to update.
Right now, the boss is in Vietnam, so we've got music in the office and are wearing pajamas. A pizza party might be in store--I have been dreaming about pizza all day, for some reason. We'll see.
John Mayer took down his blog. I do not like John Mayer's music, nor did I frequent his blog, but for some reason--I KNOW THIS IS CRAZY--I have been having lots of dating dreams about John Mayer. What's up with that? I'm like secretly in love with JOHN FUCKING MAYER. What is the appeal there? Tell me, please. |
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| back by aristocratic demand |
[Jan. 23rd, 2008|04:54 pm] |
The "best" and the "brightest"(most notably, Katie Flynn) have requested an update. So an update I will give!
Let's see. Well, a competing title for this post was "Life after college?" the answer to which would probably be something like "kinda." I mean, how much did I take for granted being down the street, and most of the time in the same room as my best friends. Being able to go over to their rooms at 3am in the midst of a hellish term paper or a personal crisis or just to share in some late night television madness--these options are gone now. But as time changes situations, it has also changed me. 3am is not a time I see often anymore. If I am awake at 3am, there are two possible explanations:
-I am drunk and out on a weekend
-I have, much to my chagrin, woken up on the couch after several hours of snoozing in front of the television
(the latter is 84% more likely to happen on any given night)
Sunday nights consist of the perfunctory viewing of several friends and will & grace episodes to alleviate anxiety about the upcoming work week.
With the continuing writer's strike limiting my nightly television options, well...things get a little bit crazy.
Katie Flynn visited me this past weekend, which was amazing. We ended up going to a diner rather than yogi's on friday, and then Dana's birthday party on Saturday night (stripper poles were involved). It was just so good to see her smiling face in nyc and in my apartment!
The weekend before, Sarah Ganley and Mikey D. graced me with their presence. It was Sarah's first trip to NY since returning from Ecuador and I was sooooo happy to see her.
For New Years I got to see Jen Paul, Lauryn McCarthy and Elle. damn, those left-coasters know how to wreak havoc. It was TONS of fun. Pictures and vodka were plentiful.
But man oh man, if only these people were constants in my NYC existence. That would be good times. If only I could see Sanchie more often!
NYC is one of those places that gets cold in the winter. Unlike the cold at Smith, this cold is unavoidable. At Smith, one could hole up in her room/house/the quad without paying notice to class (not the issue of class, which of course came up all the time in various Smith venues, but the scheduled time during which you are to appear enthused by an assigned subject). Instead, there are obligations such as work and family that I'm expected to fulfill daily. UGH.
But there are positives to NYC:
My apartment--Messy, possibly disastrous, but doesn't everything fun fit these descriptions?
Good people--Kyle (roommate) = super awesome, sister vick, RETURN OF SARAH SCHWED, 116th st. homies, etc.
Transportation--it's a cinch
Good job--you must be dreaming
Excellent food--a must in my life
Proximity to the new country house--sweetest fucking place ever, minus the cold
General merriment ensues. More on the good times later.
u know u love me
xoxo
gossip girl (fucking awesome show, of course on hiatus, because of the goddamn writer's strike! give the writers their effing money for the general sanity of the country)
more on britney, heath ledger, barack obama and nyc adventures to follow...if i feel like it. |
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| blah--the UN. |
[Nov. 17th, 2006|10:35 am] |
In model UN, and the real UN in fact, you are given a great long list of different words to use that begin your sentences. This results in language like:
Expressing its firm conviction that the international regime on the non-proliferation of nuclear weapons should be maintained and recalling that the DPRK cannot have the status of a nuclear-weapon state in accordance with the Treaty on the Non-Proliferation of Nuclear Weapons,
Deploring further that the DPRK has refused to return to the Six-Party talks without precondition,
Underlining the importance that the DPRK respond to other security and humanitarian concerns of the international community,
Acting under Chapter VII of the Charter of the United Nations, and taking measures under its Article 41,
2. Demands that the DPRK not conduct any further nuclear test or launch of a ballistic missile;
7. Decides also that the DPRK shall eliminate its other weapons of mass destruction and ballistic missile programs in a complete, verifiable and irreversible manner;
etc, etc... (from the security council's resolution on North Korea...following the nuclear test...imposing sanctions)
I used to love drafting resolutions (call me geeky, or call me AWESOME). Something about having that list of words and knowing the implications of each one was kind of comforting, and picking them out was a fun little task... however, I now find the idea disconcerting. Word choice can be so interesting, I mean, there are so many words that can express a single thought, and each one of them carries its own connotation. The difference between frigid and frosty, or fatigued and drained just conjures different images.
I know (TRUST ME, I know) that the UN isn't meant to be entertaining by any means, but the passive, impersonal nature of UN documents only enforces my perception that its content is dull and ineffective. To deplore is to deeply disapprove of something so that it's almost an emotional reaction, in my opinion, but its application here is empty--overused and in list form. and passive! I mean, what were they thinking?
Clearly, this (and only this) is the reason that the texts of the UN do not inspire the same fervor as our constitution, or the declaration of independence. Yes, I know, maybe those don't inspire much either, but they used to. that is a FACT. And I still think they can. But maybe that's foolish. I suppose the charter of the UN uses similar language (we the peopleS of the united nations) but then it all breaks down into list form. Really, I'm complaining about lists. And the repetition of strong words in passive list form, because they start to lose their meaning. blechh i forgot what i was saying. more on that l8rrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr |
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| oop-dahtay |
[Oct. 3rd, 2006|05:07 am] |
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things=looking pretty good (especially me, right now, in mickey mouse boxers from my yout!)
i=21
my birthday=awesome, appetizers and dinos galore! not to mention six banners. oops, i mean...flags.
my job=amazing. why? computers, apples most importantly, are my bag. i mean, not in the geeky gross way. and i still contend that photoshop takes the art out of everything, even with impeccable application. Any1 can do that (glaring examples omitted--for propriety's sake).
HOWEVER, anyone cannot write the bang-up paper on Socrates, Plato, and justice that I have just completed. The scholarly world is about to be rocked. hard.
next on the agenda, acquire 125K +/year job for 2007. new (BRAND new) car. nice apt. JOSH LYMAN <3. St. tropez. Hot stone massages. Exotic, expensive delicacies.
Ange-lala's bday. Jraff&nyc.
sweet jesus, mass is shitty. New Hampshire is much greater. Well, if we are talking about new england, which on the whole is not so hot. too much smallness. very little activity. zero scene, really, but plenty of "faux-ass scenesters" as jon would say. an abundance of meth addicts. except salem, land of witches and flynns.
off to watch rob *beautifuleyes* lowe wear a sweater and tackle big-time issues...Aaron, oh Aaron, I would follow him anywhere (and so, i believe, would you. if you know what is good for you)
speaking of which...
paz. |
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| i you she |
[Aug. 17th, 2006|10:39 am] |
henceforth, Moshi Moshi shall be known as the place to be! we wandered into this joint, slightly intoxicated (slightly? maybe not so slight) at about 930...and were welcomed with open arms! the owner, a nice korean man by the name of Sam, plays guitar. One highlight was the rendition of hey jude. we all sang along, particularly when we reached the na na na nanana naaaa part. the waitress also sang a nice version of angel from montgomery whilst her boyfriend played. the other guy behind the counter is very quiet. we made tentative reservations for the future, when we will enjoy the delicious dish of VEGETABLE GYOZA (remember that, sarah!) One of the perks of the owner being korean is that he has some specialties like bulgogi and kalbi, which intrigue me greatly. will they be as good as aunt chun nan's? only time (and seventeen dollars) will tell...
following up this adventure was a photoshoot. it was so good to work with a real artist! especially a shitfaced one like sarah sanchez. that is how we roll.
special thanks to jen paul for making this night possible. too bad she wasn't here :( |
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| (no subject) |
[Aug. 6th, 2006|11:58 pm] |
wow. the random itunes function is really doing amazing things right now. It's like, whenever i think about something, a song comes on that reminds me of it. It just started playing a yankee podcast i dled. pretty ridic.
I'm starting to think about what to do about grad school. where, what? all that good stuff for next year. because, you know, everyone needs a mastersssss |
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| hi...stuff! |
[Jul. 11th, 2006|10:05 pm] |
what would you be like as a twin?
Sanch...kinda? |
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| longing for the days of fresh prince of bel air... |
[May. 26th, 2006|02:39 am] |
skin-tight, long-sleeved, electric blue velvet minidress.
yes yes yesssss!!
oh, commercials...so Macy Gray worked at McDonald's. and that's a good thing? a washed up musician with an awful voice... when she opened for dave, she ended up lying down on the stage, asking why she was there and whining about how nobody was listening anyway. And that was back when that song was popular... yes, that makes me want to work at McDonald's. I mean, she's probably only worth $7 million, which makes her pretty poor. She probably lives out of a motel. |
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| tests are fun!! |
[May. 24th, 2006|01:34 am] |
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General: ENFPs are both "idea"-people and "people"-people, who see everyone and everything as part of an often bizarre cosmic whole. They want to both help (at least, their own definition of "help") and be liked and admired by other people, on bo th an individual and a humanitarian level. They are interested in new ideas on principle, but ultimately discard most of them for one reason or another.
Social/Personal Relationships: ENFPs have a great deal of zany charm, which can ingratiate them to the more stodgy types in spite of their unconventionality. They are outgoing, fun, and genuinely like people. As SOs/mates they are warm, affectionate (l ots of PDA), and disconcertingly spontaneous
ENFPs often have strong, if unconvential, convictions on various issues related to their Cosmic View. They usually try to use their social skills and contacts to persuade people gently of the rightness of these views; his sometimes results in their negle cting their nearest and dearest while flitting around trying to save the world.
Work Environment: ENFPs are pleasant, easygoing, and usually fun to work with. They come up with great ideas, and are a major asset in brainstorming sessions. Followthrough tends to be a problem, however; they tend to get bored quickly, especially if a newer, more interesting project comes along. They also tend to be procrastinators, both about meeting hard deadlines and about performing any small, uninteresting tasks that they've been assigned. ENFPs are at their most useful when working in a group w ith a J or two to take up the slack.
ENFPs hate bureaucracy, both in principle and in practice; they will always make a point of launching one of their crusades against some aspect of it.
ENFPs have what some call a "silly switch." They can be intellectual, serious, all business for a while, but whenever they get the chance, they flip that switch and become CAPTAIN WILDCHILD, the scourge of the swimming pool, ticklers par excellence. Som etimes they may even appear intoxicated when the "switch" is flipped.
ENFPs are global learners. Close enough is satisfactory to the ENFP, which may unnerve more precise thinking types, especially with such things as piano practice ("three quarter notes or four ... what's the difference?") Amazingly, some ENFPs are adept at exacting disciplines such as mathematics.
Friends are what life is about to ENFPs, moreso even than the other NFs. They hold up their end of the relationship, sometimes being victimized by less caring individuals. ENFPs are energized by being around people.
While they strive for emotional congruency, they often see themselves in some danger of losing touch with their real feelings, which Champions possess in a wide range and variety. In the same vein, Champions strive toward a kind of spontaneous personal authenticity, and this intention always to "be themselves" is usually communicated nonverbally to others, who find it quite attractive. All too often, however, Champions fall short in their efforts to be authentic, and they tend to heap coals of fire on themselves, berating themselves for the slightest self-conscious role-playing.
Famous ENFPs:
Franz Joseph Haydn
Samuel Clemens (Mark Twain)
Will Rogers
Buster Keaton
Theodor "Dr." Seuss Geisel (The Cat in the Hat)
Elizabeth Montgomery (Bewitched)
Bill Cosby (Ghost Dad)
Dave Thomas, owner of Wendy's hamburger chain
Martin Short, actor-comedian
Meg Ryan, actor (When Harry Met Sally)
Robin Williams, actor, comedian (Dead Poet's Society, Mrs. Doubtfire)
Sandra Bullock, actor (Speed, While You Were Sleeping)
Robert Downey (Heart and Souls)
Alicia Silverstone (Clueless)
Sinbad
Andy Kaufman
Regis Philbin
Fictional:
Dr. Doug Ross (ER)
Balkie (Perfect Strangers)
Ariel (The Little Mermaid)
The Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
Thoughts? to be counted among the ranks of people like SINBAD and Dave Thomas (and i always knew i was like Ariel from the Little Mermaid) is pretty special. but i find it sad that they listed Bill Cosby's credit as Ghost Dad. did anyone see that movie? even i didn't see that movie... |
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