自耕．酪梨

I will sleep three hours early today.

The 2005 major flick is finally showing itself on TV screen these couple of weeks. I'm not talking about the inexplicable Matrix sequels, in which the primary attraction, Agent Smith"S"(What, you were thinking Reeves the almighty? Never.) bewitching the female audiences to their utmost... or was it just me? Anyhow, by the adorable pair I meant to comment on the John and Jane Smiths, featured my all-time favorite Jolie and that medial guy - once chosen the world's most attractive man - Pitt.

The original casting inclined to having Kidman as wife. Thanks to The Stepford Wives, a supposedly low-budget film that failed to come to a wrap in time, the part fell rightly on my gorgeous goddess. And again, thanks to this belated wrap, now Pitt gets to raise those cute African kids with Jolie, which reminds me: did they have pictures of the newborn baby Jolie yet? I especially wonder about her lips...

Pity, the cloudburst outside my window can't flood the paling sky. I'd better close.

One last word pour moi: YOU NEED TO WRITE SOMETHING SERIOUS SWEETY; LEAVE THIS TO SPOKEN LANGUAGE.

I need to get down to some real business.

PS. How do you fire with two guns pointing at the opposite directions anyway??