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Look up, Charlie. You'll see a star. Just follow it and keep your dreams in view. Pretty soon the sky is going to clear up, Charlie. Cheer up, Charlie, do. Cheer up, Charlie. Just be glad you're ( you. )
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[Jun 15th, 10:48pm] |
Guess who's back? I know you missed me, Spent. Please. Don't even try to deny it. I'm sure your lives were so incomplete without me. For those of you who are new, I'm Charlotte, or Charlie, Stone. You should talk to me.
I come bringing good news. I'm still an entertainment columnist, and I get to pick up where I left off with my old column. No newbie yanked it away from me while I was gone. Pretty awesome, yes? Thought you'd think so.
Okay, enough with the ego stroking. I actually missed most of you guys! What's new that I need to be caught up to speed about? I heard there was some sort of retreat? Did everyone bond and sing "Kumbaya", holding hands, the whole nine? Or am I thinking about the wrong kind of retreat? I just need to know whether I should be bummed I missed it or not.
God, what else is there to report? Oh! Adam Lambert's "coming out" in the latest Rolling Stone. Shock! I guess he needed to make sure the little tween girls throwing themselves at him knew, because apparently, people go into serious denial over attractive men. Story of my life.
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[Nov 19th, 1:21am] |
So blogging, huh? Am I expected to spill my every last secret or story of woe in here? I mean, I know what blogging is. I'm not retarded internet illiterate. I'm just confused as to what is expected. Surely people don't want to hear about my daily escapades, right? When you think about it, this can be considered a little conceited, thinking that everyone in the world is going to care what you have to say. Or what you ate when you woke up this morning. (I had Lucky Charms, by the way. Breakfast of champions. And leprechauns, apparently.)
But I digress. Hey there, good Spent people. I'd be Charlotte Stone, Charlie if you're nasty. I'm the new Entertainment Columnist here. I was born on the fourth of July, something that me and Tom Cruise have in common. He scares me. Anyway, yes, that makes me a Cancer, and although it's the most horrible sounding astrological sign ever, we're still the funnest people around. Or something like that. I don't put much merit into that crap.
Can you tell that I'm completely random? Because I couldn't.
Oh, raise your hand if you've seen the new Star Trek trailer! Who knew Zach Quinto could make Spock sexy?
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