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Monday, June 28
Tit was quite a weak end folks. Me hit up a screening of Fahrenheit 9/11, chilled with my Hotlanta/UK boy JK (who once dated Kate Beckinsale in like 5th grade), went to the Mets blowout of the Yanks on Saturdaze with me cousins, got stuck an N train right outside of the tunnel to Queens for 45 minutes, smacked up some sausage and Pilsner Urquell at what is sure to be a Blogga Paradise: The Bohemian Hall & Beer Garden, paid some long overdue hugs and misses to my Chi-town gal Randall, bid adieu to my Australian-bound compradre Scott-tay Teen Wolf, celebrated my gal Katty Kat's 21st, and peeped yet again, another stellar installment of Six Feet Under. And without further much ado about nada, here's yer weekly switched at birth with Rachel Griffiths:
Bitched @ Swirth?
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