christmas lights via paris.

[sophie_marceau]

When I'm not sleeping with every European director on the planet and apparently exploiting their elderly genitals and cute little balding heads for financial gain, I'm generally drinking and hating Christmas. It's a cardinal sin amongst mothers. I'm already benched for being both a smoking mother and a mother who still has orgasms; I dread to think

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[asia_argento]

Dear God. I could say I could have written this, but it would be a lie. The spirit of it is in my brain, but I could have never constructed the form so well. Instead I'll just say I went from trying to remember where I'd heard your name before to being really fucking excited about having you here in about three seconds.

[sophie_marceau]

Neurotic minds think alike darling. Of course now I feel an immense amount of pressure to live up to your expectations (another thing I'm inadequate at), but merci none the less.

[fcannavaro]

I went out for Christmas as well. It was marvelous. And I liked you in that 'Bond' movie and wish I had seen more of you.