Chris Walsh (chris_walsh) wrote,
Chris Walsh

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My words apparently speak in a surly Cockney accent

Words. They don't seem to like me right now. Specifically, they don't seem to like me if I start pondering an entry to post. They kind of grumble and shuffle around and just stand there. I think I heard some of them saying "Whatever" and, maybe, "...not the bleedin' boss of me."

In other words, I feel my journal's a little flat. It happens. (My comments have been better, though. Funnier.)

But, because I love you all and want you to be happy, here's Christina Hendricks being busty and curvy for Esquire. DEFINITELY not flat.

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