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2001-02-09 || 12:43:43 || interview with a vampire. kind of. not really. || i am sitting on the blue flower couch with owen and meow meow and max weinberg is playing us a song. i wanted owen to write a guest entry, but he just won't do it. even though i have listed his illustrious band as one of my favorite bands. although that is true. and i was ready to kill the robber that had come in through the window while we were watching 'a little stiff.' he was skeered. i was ready to throw the remote control. see, i do this for my friends. and he gets all shy on me. j: owen, if the boyfriend stealers were on conan o'brien, what would you wear? o: a sailor outfit. and you would have to wear a princess outfit. j: with a pointy hat. o: with a ribbon coming out of it, you know? with wondrous harp music. j: and if you were president, what would be your first presidential action? o: i would want to make sure everyone wears a big button of me, like the kind people have of their kids playing soccer. j: would you throw a party in lincoln's bedroom? o: sure, a dance party, little miss puttin words in my mouth. j: well you aren't helping. (owen is not paying attention. he is watching conan and giggling.) j: if you could be doing anything right now, what would you be doing? o: other than sleeping? um. i have some candy in my bag i'm kind of thinking about. j: kay. let's talk about me now. o: okay. j: say something good. o: jenn's rilly great. j: kay. and. o: my mom wants me to marry jenn. j: uh huh. o: but i don't know. i'm holding out for amelia airhart. j: should i stop right now? o: you're weird, jenn. that guy is a rilly great dancer. (talking about the commercial. he is not paying attention.) j: owen! you are not paying me proper attention! o: this interview is totally fake anyway. dammit jenn, i hate your diary. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |