May 8th, 2002

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So the weekend: Saw Rocky, went as Frank and took a skull as Eddie, had much fun.
Went to see Panic Room, I thought it was a good film apart from the problem they have with many films these days, they didn’t come to me and ask where they should end it, really shouldn’t have had that last bit.

I feel remarkably good right now, I’m one of those peopel I want to slap for being in love and to bloody happy about it.

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I just looked in the mirror while I was washing my hands and My God(short pause after My, strong emohasis on the G) I look like shit, especially around my eyes.