Sunday, February 22, 2004
This afternoon: buying jeans with Jenson Button. I just know there's a joke in there somewhere.
Other than *cavorting* with Formula One *stars*, I am slowly resurfacing from a week from hell, no less, full of life-draining emotion and travel. Last night I finally got around to watching Kill Bill, and since I've never had any problem with imagined film/TV violence, I had a splendid time. One of my previous boyfriends was a keen watcher/lover/obssessive fan of oriental martial arts films, manga, and graphic violence (again, only in the realm of visual realisation), and so I was spoon-fed these sorts of things for a long time. This means that I don't vomit at the sight of someone losing a head, retch at the notion of a hand-removed eye, or even twitch, looking at Lucy Liu's brain. A crying shame it had to end that way with her, though. She's a magnificently gorgeous creature.
Oh, and I've got a new mobile phone. With camera attachment. So very nice. If you haven't received my new number, send me an email.
Other than *cavorting* with Formula One *stars*, I am slowly resurfacing from a week from hell, no less, full of life-draining emotion and travel. Last night I finally got around to watching Kill Bill, and since I've never had any problem with imagined film/TV violence, I had a splendid time. One of my previous boyfriends was a keen watcher/lover/obssessive fan of oriental martial arts films, manga, and graphic violence (again, only in the realm of visual realisation), and so I was spoon-fed these sorts of things for a long time. This means that I don't vomit at the sight of someone losing a head, retch at the notion of a hand-removed eye, or even twitch, looking at Lucy Liu's brain. A crying shame it had to end that way with her, though. She's a magnificently gorgeous creature.
Oh, and I've got a new mobile phone. With camera attachment. So very nice. If you haven't received my new number, send me an email.
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