i must have been about 11 years old when i first saw corey. he was playing this boy, lucas, and my heart got all gushy at the way his mouth was always hanging open, and how cute those eyebrows were when raised as something puzzled him. there was something about the goofy way his face showed exactly what he was thinking, and the fact that he was a little nerd that made me feel connected to him.

and then. last night. i was zapping the channels and ended up on HBO. "oh, is that corey? cool! i'll watch this!" i thought, and left it on. it showed corey and a girl in a kitchen, having breakfast. i giggled to myself at how much he'd grown up since i last saw a movie with him, and how his mouth still hangs open. when. IT happened!

he accidently spillt some orange juice on the girls leg, she giggled, he leaned down to wipe it off and.. LICKED IT OFF! WITH HIS TONGUE! AND THEN HE WENT DOWN ON HER! you could have knocked me on the head with some cabbage and gotten the same reaction from me. the movie then proceeded to show mr corey and the chick having sex again and again and... ack! i realise people grow up. i realise it's not easy to hold onto a movie career. still. eek! my innocent eyes!

i hate it when my bubbles burst.

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as i got home last night, the head ache was a furious animal chewing on the insides of my brain. i tried to appease it by making and eating dinner, but it soon became clear that mashed potatoes and fried egg sandwhiches wasn't going to cut it. sitting in the livingroom and its constant glaring halogen lamp was just not an option. i retreated to my room, and its soft, red glow.

around 9 aziza knocked on the door and asked if i wanted to come see ally mcbeal, but when she saw my messy hair and grainy eyes she offered to tape it, and gently closed the door again. i returned to stroking the little area between my eyebrows and fiona apple's "never is a promise."

i woke up at ten from our front door closing. i got up and found that aziza had left, but that the furious animal had gone to sleep and simply left a numb impression in the pillows behind my eyes. i decided to subject myself to ally mcbeal, and a call to gene.

"hi.. did you have aziza return a chorus line or something?"
"no i took it myself..."
"oh when?"
"when i left after ally.."