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I had forgotten the joys of frozen sugar-water until today. Has it ever really tasted this bad? Today, Harry and Holly arrived and we spent most of the day on the town, doing father-children things. I had to sit through Finding Nemo, people. And in French, since apparently they're learning it in school. French. Sometimes I wonder what this world has come to.
Are kids always this violent? I think today I've counted at least fifteen times someone's kicked someone in the head, or someone has something the other wants, or one kid's got more cake/candy bar/fizzy drink/chewing gum than his or her counterpart. Yes, I've also loaded them up on sugar, for their ride back to Sydney of course. Have fun, Kat.
How is everyone spending their New Years Eve? I've kicked back and thrown on some Meat Loaf, probably bought $250 worth of miscellaneous booze and have unlocked all my doors. Anything can get in and out on it's own, This way no one can whoop my ass for not having volunteered to carry their bags inside, since they'll be doing it themselves. I have my moments of brilliance.
Tonight, I will not be clinking my champagne flute against the wall.
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[24 Dec 2003|01:34am] |
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I think I've neglected to make a real post for ..Well. Far too long. The tricky part is knowing where to begin.
The party was a success, I daresay. Theatre blokes packed the place, with a few select females, har. Russell, I'm very disappointed at you. Really, you were in the neighborhood, and didn't bother to show up. You could've met miss Lucy Liu live and in the flesh. Not only flesh. It wasn't THAT kind of a party.
You know, more recently I've been quite .. Er. Uppity, if that's the word. Why, I have no idea. But really, after hearing about Dave's Wicked Plan, and harassing Petra (Yes. Petra) Jackson endlessly, it's nice to just have some time to relax and call your own.
You know, I've got reams and reams of this type of stuff all stored up in my head, and when it comes time to write I always have got nothing. Absolutely nothing. And when it does come out, I have a talent to make it sound quite boring. I ran over an animal today. It was pretty big for a bunny, but small for a dog. My guess is that it was a cat. I speed too much.
The point of this post is that there is absolutely none. Happy Christmas Eve.
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[16 Dec 2003|10:52pm] |
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Right. If YOU are in Sydney the night of December 22nd, you may want to consider stopping by. So far I think only Mirry and Dave know that I've decided to hold a Christmas party. Yes. RSVP here, I think. I suppose these things do come in handy.
Lucy Liu, I demand you be at this party.
Demand.
Anyway. It starts at 8, and if you need directions, I may be persuaded to stop by the AIM. Agent Smut, if you didn't know already. Cheers!
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[07 Dec 2003|08:46pm] |
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Sometimes it's best to let go. Sure, right. Whatever.
Craig flew down today. Then he left. Yes, both literally and figuratively. Well, that's not fair -- we agreed on it. And I broke a vase.
I guess that's it. I don't think I can say anymore right now. It's stage time. I'm going to kick ass tonight.
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[02 Dec 2003|08:29am] |
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Dear Weaving Olives,
I hate you, I hate fire extinguishers and I hate olive oil. I hope you all burn to the ground, you bastards. And I will dance on your ashes.
Hugs and Kisses,
Hugo.
Now then! On a brighter note.
Happy Birthday Lucy Liu!!
I have found The Nude Beach.
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[30 Nov 2003|01:15pm] |
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Now wait! It really is time for an entry. A real one. Surprised? I thought so. But don't thank me! Oh, no. Thank Mia Tyler and her damned AmIAnnoying dot com.
Wellington hates me, I think. It's a thousand fecking degrees. I am wilting! Each Bacardi I order it seems to get more and more hot in these clothes. I should find a nude beach.
It seems evil is among us. And then there's that other bloke. Well I suppose I couldn't hide from them forever.
( Less annoying than Mia Tyler. Can you believe it?Collapse )
Really, I am the 45th least annoying person on there, and the 2nd best man in a dress. I think it is a good day for Hugo Weaving.
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[23 Nov 2003|06:25pm] |
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The leather couches are cold.
I seem to have a love-hate relationship with Australia. Right now I hate it. Stupid island-continent of death.
Keeping yourself amused by hanging around Sydney isn't as amusing as you'd think, surprisingly. Apparently, anyone with a shaggy beard and ripped jeans looks homeless. I have made $1.32, and a Foster's cap.
The End. I need my sleep.
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[12 Nov 2003|03:25pm] |
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Carrie-Anne Moss is a babe.
For failing to speak more of it, Sydney was amazing. The world premiere of the Matrix did well, apparently. I'm now relaxing. The Real Thing is enough to keep me mildly busy, and the rest of my time has been spent relaxing with Craig. Everything is warm and alive -- and we even have new olives.
From today to Sunday I've got off, which means I may be flying down to Santa Monica, if I'm needed.
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[07 Nov 2003|10:41pm] |
Premieres make me exhausted. I hardly have time to sign onto my SMS anymore, let alone AOL. *smiles* But so far, it looks like Revolutions has been a success. I hope.
I haven't been home all week, besides stopping by Miranda's to help her move .. And paint. It's getting sort of hot down here. I can't wait for Christmas -- celebrating on the sand has started to be sort of a tradition. And I've been invited to spend it with the kids.
Life.. Is good. And now I need to relax.
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[02 Nov 2003|01:03pm] |
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Life is too short to hold grudges, even if I still find your ideals to be quite absurd. I still do love you both. Ooou, semi-cryptisism.
I'm in too good of a mood to be mad, anyway -- I'm listening to David Bowie.
More later.
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[24 Oct 2003|10:40am] |
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I've made a resolution to never, EVER write cryptic entries. EVER.
My friends list has somehow been overrun by them. And my brain is in the process of melting. Honestly. And so, I'm doing you all the favor of never having to see another metaphorically-loaded cryptic entry in THIS journal ever again.
..Yes.
I can't wait until operation moist towelette goes into effect. *cackle*
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[21 Oct 2003|07:03pm] |
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Who is this CORPSE that insists on MANHANDLING my BOYFRIEND?
...I'm pissed.
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[21 Oct 2003|06:37pm] |
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Plays make me stress.
Stress makes me consume insane amounts of Vodka.
Vodka makes me trip down stairs in 12-inch stillettos.
What was I saying?
Sydney's good. Busy, but good. This weekend, after the play opening, I'm going to climb THE bridge. The spring sunsets are always the most attractive. Craig, would you care to accompany me? *grins*
Watch The Real Thing. Buy lots of tickets, bring your friends, and impress them. I guarantee, you'll like it.
I hope.
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[02 Oct 2003|05:20pm] |
I'm even more evil than Satan himself.
*snickers*
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[30 Sep 2003|10:26pm] |
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It seems I've hopped on a plane and neglected to inform all except one as to the whereabouts of where I'm going.
No, I'm not going to tell you.
Heh heh.
Also, James Spader, I loved you in Secretary.
That is all.
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[30 Sep 2003|04:05pm] |
I'm back, and I have ANOTHER very good explanation.
Really.
I'm just choosing not to share it with you, and blaming Craig. He's a bad influence.
McMagsta, I miss you dearly. And I love my Secretary.
Right, other than that, I'm actually feeling fine. And I haven't come down with anything, or been tied up and unable to get to the laptop. I sort of forgot about it actually. *dusts it off*
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[11 Sep 2003|09:53pm] |
I'm eating a pack of Dunkaroos and an English Muffin.
I'm such a piggy.
/random
Maggie Gyllenhaal, I hate you with every fibre of my being. Let's run away together.
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I'm thinking of making excuses about my small absence. If I told you the real reason I've neglected everyone minus one person, Dannii Minogue would have a crack up, and possibly say "I knew it, Hugo Weaving. I KNEW IT". And I just cannot allow her to win.
This week's been rather interesting. I hope no one's missed me too much. I've been quite busy, what with growing a beard and all. It's quite a chore, you understand.
*snickers*
I'm still quite confused as to why I still haven't been *cough* recced into The Group. Damn you, Bif. Must I force icon keywords on you?
There you have it, an entry about everything and nothing. I'm really much too tired to think at all. You understand.
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