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[jchrisobrien]

Ewa McGregor is in my head and he won't get out.

I keeping singing that snippit from Moulin Rouge's Elephant Love Medley over and over in my head.... (originally from Paul McCartney and that Dirty Dancing song)

what's wrong with that?
I'd like to know
cause here I go
again....
Love lifts us up where we belong....

Make it stop!

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no no no....

[loxocele.livejournal.com]

no silly, it's a cute male crying *or* someone dying. anyone dying. especially if the near-dead is loved, or if they love, anything like that.

if i'm attatched to someone, i sit there thinking, "oh god! how horrible that would be!" if i'm not attached to someone, it's "oh god, how horrible that would be...but at least they had their time! oh!"

i'm just way, way too empathetic. it doesn't matter if a person isn't real - if they're just a fictional character - i still can't help feeling a little bit in their shoes.

i'm just silly that way.