2002-10-11 || 7:09 p.m.

|| shooting gallery! ||

kelly my sis and brian went to a shooting range yesterday (notice how i gloss over that one, like it's an every day occurrence... like kelly does not strategically drop shell casings on the living room floor and brian doesn't cock his head to the side, hand up in the gun formation, mouthing the word "baretta") and brought back their targets. their targets are the torsos of scantily-clad bearded men, very muscular, with, if you don't mind my saying, em. bedroom eyes. and these paper targets are lying in the corner of the living room. and brian and i, both in various states of eh singular solitude, are beginning to notice how. handsome. these men kind of sort of are. what with the bedroom eyes and all. so we're thinking about hanging up our gentleman friends (shot clean through in places of course) in the house. for uh. i don't know. dancing? mouth on paper hott action? a reassuring across-the-room glance now and again?

is this bad? should i be concerned by the fact these paper targets bear a striking resemblance to sylvester stallone and i really don't mind at all? and that they're pointing guns at us, bedroom eyes or not?

unfortunately their bottom halves are nowhere to be found.

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