I was born a semi-diva. I married a redneck. Through the magic of osmosis or just because of a serious lack of sophistication over the years I have found a balance of the two that make me who I am today. And then I write about it all, much to the chagrin of my mother.
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Here's a question...
In Mission:Impossible did he ever listen to the tape and just say, "Eh, you know what? I think I choose not to accept this one. Hell with it, I'm goin' to Vegas."
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