Sunday, March 24, 2002

"We kid the rich because we love them so."

Nathan Lane, would you marry me?

The Oscars are more fun than an exquisitely written Good Omens fic involving fish and tequila. Oh, wait, no they're not. But they come very, very close.
By the way, if Russel Crowe is found dead by morning, I swear I had nothing to do with it.

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