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*streeeeeeetch*

Bored, bored, bored.

I went to the movies this morning. Finally saw Once Upon a Time in Mexico, and I really liked it. I was probably the youngest one in the theater, and I know I was the only one laughing at anything. Not that it had many funny moments, and I think my morbid sense of humor was kicking in more than anything. It was a whole lot darker than Desperado.

Heerrrrmmmmm....

I wanna write. I wanna write on this muse that's been poking me between the shoulder blades for a couple of days now. I probably mentioned seeing The League of Extraordinary Gentlemen with my mom Thursday night at the dollar show. But mmmmm, Stuart Townsend is a sexy beast in that. Anyway, that got me interested in Dorian Gray again. And that got me interested in the whole portrait thing. And now I've got this female immortal, Italian or possibly Spanish, whose portrait was painted by a wandering artist two days before her wedding to a rich bastard asshole. He died. She didn't. End of story? Hardly.

Ever been afraid to start a story? That's kind of the way I am now... =\