the done thing.
2001-05-16 - 4:08 p.m. The day isn't beautiful, in and of itself, but I'm working on it. My Q is 29 today, after all, (and hath been with me-- lan sakes, a decade? Woosh.) a natal day he shares with the divine Pierce Brosnan and Miss Janet Jackson. Pierce, i think, is #1 to ever play Mr. Stephen Quinn in a movie, had I my way. But today it is /Q's/ way. And The Shit With The Bank is now A-okay, so I think i shall be compelled to make him a birthday dinner. Something with expensive mushrooms and meat in it. So I am Grocery-Store bound anon. But i hope Fox and Henry aren't working tonight, cause it'd be so sad to eat alone. Well, not exactly alone... last year, on this day, Q, Michael and I went and sat under a tree with a carton of Vienetta, a bottle of pepsi and one of root beer, and sang. He got a copy of Machiavelli's "The Prince" Aussi... Ach, we must get His Gift too. The Fox's b-day is 2 days from now. So her gift must also be found. Heh heh... Oh... a very nice fellow said I looked like Halle Berry today. Score two for her. She's catching up with ya, JTT. Yes, that's right-- the celebrity i get mistook for most often is Jonothan Tyler Thomas. Kill me now, please. *grins* I don't work till 6 tomorrow. You know, this day feels lovlier and lovlier... "En Garde!" Says D'Artagnan. I think he might be right. But we might want to skip the rapiers, sil te plait. It's not the done thing, anymore.
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