Andare, Partire, Tornare

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The sons of the Steward of Gondor are *such* womanizers

The weather is beautiful, although I can forsee the dog days of August where I'll be staggering around the city with sweat plop-plopping off my nose and a bad case of underwear dampness.

I don't like it when it gets very very cold. But I'm truly miserable when it's too hot.

And walking around DC in the warmth reminds me, as I know I've said too frequently, of being in Rome. And I wanna go now. NOW, damnit.

If you could see me, I'd be clenching my fists and waving them in the air while stomping my feet in a small pissy tantrum. ActionFigureFaramir and ActionFigureBoromir are not impressed. In fact, I think they're sneering at me. They think they're such hot shit ever since I set them up with dates with the two clothespin dolls. Honestly, they’re such sluts.

11:50 a.m. - 2003-04-16

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