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cracked out grammys. oh yeah.

yeah, i didn't bother to watch the grammys.

but i heard about them.

and i saw the access hollywood whatsit, and i have a few things i have to agree with now because i didn't know what they were talking about this morning before school...

...i mean, of course i wasn't loitering in the halls when i should have been getting ready to do morning announcements... ::frantically hearts at maggie and jeff but not dustin because no one likes him and he doesn't deserve it::
*aherm*
moving on:

so this is what i would have said had i bothered to watch the grammys:

holy goodness yeah the dixie chicks girl had a petrified animal on her head...
yes i'm aware that that was, in fact, her hair, and that it does, in fact, seem to be the style.

personally, i think the fashion gurus and cheese heads, er, head cheeses got together this season and decided to only put ugly things on the shelves this year.
just for the heck of it.
biz-natches.

and heck YEAH john meyer was high off his rocker!
holy goodness.
on access hollywood he was watching a tape of the grammys and he was saying things like:
"did i exit on the right side? did i.... yes! yes i did!" ::mini celebration!::
"wow i really did kiss [insert random skinny blonde thing here]. it could've been anyone. i couldn't see!"
::shakes head:: holy goodness he was cracked out. AND how.

alright. gossip-fest over.

shakespeare.

time to go off on another acid binge.


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FIN. 9:20 p.m., Monday, Feb. 24, 2003

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