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Sunday, September 21, 2008

"...I knew he has dying, but I just held his cheeks, kissing, squeezing, using him all up.

Saw the first red leaves today, which I'm recluctant to mention. I don't want to be one of those people who talk about how fall is coming when it isn't. I'll bet you want to wear a scarf. To hell with that."


lam: So many stars, Sergio Mendes & Brasil '66/Schwarzkopf, Vive la fête