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The following were made for Sundays:

coffee
cats
Vivaldi
The New York Times
donuts
Monopoly
naps
fuzzy slippers
casual nudity
Brontë novels
throw pillows
National Public Radio
roasted anything

No content here. Just sayin'.

Voting for the créme de la crapola

For those of you not currently reading rafaela's journal (and honestly, if you aren't, why aren't you, silly person?), please be to shimmying over to this here poll thing and casting your vote for the Worst Movie Ever Made in the History of People Pointing Motion Picture Cameras at Stuff. Thank you.

(And yes, I'll be doing some actual substantive posts in the near future, once I get my brain cells stuck together in some coherent fashion. Oh, look! Butterfly! *scampers off*)