My heart is broken... er, by an 18th century Venetian

[rebness]

Casanova tonight broke my heart. I wept, then I was a bit icked with Casanova's son, and I wept. Then I wept some more. As the credits rolled over a beautiful moonlit Venetian scene, I was caught up in the beauty and the sadness of Casanova's life.

And it was right about there that Phil bloody Mitchell spewed forth a dire litany of threats for a promo for EastEnders.

And lo, my heart was filled with RAGE.

Not even Chrissie's perm could induce the vendetta for that bloody programme I have now.

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[mothergoddamn.livejournal.com]

I want a restraining order on this *space*

[rebness.livejournal.com]

*sigh*

Oh, all right. I'll write you into it.

Now, is this before or after the coathanger session with the hotelier?

[rebness.livejournal.com]

P.S. Your icon scares me. :(