The notion of a public diary has always struck me as somewhat diva-esque. The word diva has always struck me as fabulous. What can I say? I'm struck.
Sunday, December 25, 2005
This is going to be my profile photo, and I'm so inept that I can't figure out any way to do that without publishing it on my blog. All zero of my readers are just going to have to suffer through it. Tough shit.
I am fabulous...where fabulous is taken to mean over-worked, sleep-deprived, caffeine-addicted, fashion-conscious, hyphen-ated, slightly vain, moderately socialist(ish), and gay.
"Could there be any other definition of fabulous?" you ask.
No. No, there couldn't.
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