Friday, July 21, 2006

I just want to let all of you know that I sat 5 feet away from Colin Firth on my flight from Toronto to Montreal the other day. As I was on the plane, I could not take a picture with my phone because the mean lady almost ripped my head off when she saw me switch it on. THE DOOR HADN'T EVEN CLOSED YET!!! AND he was off and running before I could ever turn it on after the landing. HE WAS RIGHT THERE! And he looks old without his make-up. And he has freckles all over his showing skin. And he holds the newspaper between his thumb and forefinger, using no other fingers. And he drinks cranberry apple juice. And he is hot even though he looks older. And his hair is lighter than I thought it was. I stared and drooled at home for 40 minutes. He busted me one time. I waved. He smirked. I blushed. Be jealous.

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Monday, July 10, 2006

L'amour à sens unique


Je dors dans son lit
Pendant qu'il est ailleurs,
Et quand je sens son odeur aux draps,
Je me demande si
Je tomberai jamais désamoureuse de lui.

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Dear David Caruso,

Please come to my house every night and read me bedtime stories. Yours is the most calming voice I have ever heard.

Love,
Carrie

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Tuesday, July 04, 2006

Fortune cookie

Okay, you know how for kicks and giggles you add "in bed" to the end of your fortune cookie fortunes? I got a really fun one last night. It said, "Your tongue is an ambassador." Hi. I'm Carrie, and I'm 12. Maybe one day I'll know the full meaning of that.

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