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Weather Girl
Saturday, May 13, 2006

syet!
This is me and Mitch feigning absolute terror (or feigning feigning, anyway; it's not like we really tried) at Sir Egay’s launch. Photo courtesy of Vittorio, with whom I spent most of the night conceptualizing and fawning over things. *Oreo’s patented yelp of titillation*

The caption wrote itself...
Margie: Syet! Mitch! Don’t move!
Mitch: Hah? Bakit?
Margie: Si Charlson!
Mitch: Hah? O syet!

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Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. My, my, don’t we feel uncomfortable?

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I am so happy about the rain. I’ve been smiling a lot just because of the weather—cool, dark, dangerous. It feels much better to stay indoors, now that it’s become more cozy. I love keeping myself warm with blankies, coffee and—just so I can piss Twinkle off—a steamin’ slab o’ liempo. Mm-mmm good. And staying outside isn’t bad, either. I love being under umbrellas. And walking against strong winds in a trenchcoat. And shivering. And getting stranded. I love getting stranded. It doesn’t matter where, as long as I’m with a few friends, there’s barely any food and we’re all beginning to panic. I love getting stranded.



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