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Chris

Belinda Stronach

Shirley, that lovable Oriental-vixen-on-sabbatical-in-England, has somehow orchestrated a letter from Belinda Stronach. To me! I am happy in that 'hahaha this is amazingly absurd' way. Shirley is thanky.

Now, unfortunately, the note is somewhat generic. It wishes me "all the best", which is like saying "have a good life, fuckface" for politicians and celebrities. It either assumes that I support the woman (which I do, because she's hilarious... TIE DOMI!?!?) or her politics (which I don't, because she's kinda clueless and her dad is rich). Very generic.

Basically Belinda Stronach is giving me the old autographia runaround. And that's okay. While it would be radder if she had written, "Thanks for the support Chris, I really liked that one time when you poured condensed milk all over my body," or "Chris, I kant speek the English!?!", this note nonetheless proves that Belinda Stronach was thinking about me... at least for several miniseconds while she was writing my name. It's enough to know.

The Girl with the Pac-man Eye once asked why I love Belinda Stronach. I told her that it was rather arbitrary, a non-logical attachment, an affinity without any real meaning. She narrowed her eyes, crushing Pac-man into a lemon, and her mouth sounded sour when it told me that I was being unClemenslike. It's a cop-out, she's right. Usually there'd be a story there, some sort of humorous origin. But I think it's sorta appropriate that my Belinda fandom has a vapid and trite background. It's like, what's that word, a fish thing... those tiny little thumbtacks... oh ya, a metaphor.

Posted by Chris at 12:09 AM >> Commentations (3)