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Ma is watching Robin Hood Prince of Thieves. Happened to walk past the telly as the hooded hunk finally killed his nemesis, George sheriff of Nottingham.

Good gods, Alan Rickman can be a drama queen!

No matter. Am still in awe of him. Seems to me I'm seriously obsessed here. Oh well. At least this obsession makes sense, unlike the one I had a year ago for that green eyed pretty boy from Clinton Mississippi.

hides all the 'Nsync junk... er, stuff she bought

Anyway...

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Woke up. Showered. Want to go back to bed, but can't. Who the hell invented work anyway?

Spent a few minutes drooling over a music video. Gaah! Now I want to have a pale blue convertible as well! With a certain sexy guy sitting on the back seat. sigh

Instead of spending more time drooling over Mr. Sexy Rickman there, I have to go and herd the kiddies. Children. They stink. No, no. Literally. Smell bad. Ew.