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That means Uta is free! Free from Alice!
Free to bite me/sex me up/hang me from the nearest ceiling/marry me!
YIPPEE!
Come to me my dark mistress!
Come to me and we will make love all night and sleep in late and watch
Sesame Street!
(The Count Von Count was always one of my faves on that....)
Awww c'mon! You know you want to ;-)
VUN! VUN LEZBEE-EN VAMPIRE GURLFRIEND!
HA! HA! HA!
*cue bats and lightning flashes*
Cut to:
The garbage truck that took Alice's rubbish away earlier.
It driving down the road and the Dana standee slides off the back of it onto
the street.
Quite HOW the guys inside the truck SEE this, I'm not too sure, but see it
they do, as they promptly stop the truck.
One of them gets out, goes behind the truck and rescues Dana from the road,
running back with it.
Cut to:
Lara and Dana seeing another Doctor.
This Doc says Dana may feel sick in the next couple of days, so she gives
her a scrip for some stuff which will make her feel better if she needs it.
Lara, who's holding Dana's right hand in both of her own goes to ask if
there's any special foods Dana should eat, but is cut off by Dana asking the
Doctor bluntly,
"Am I gonna die?"
The Doc takes off her glasses and comes round her desk to sit in front of
Dana.
She says Dana is young and has taken good care of herself, therefore she has
a very good chance of survival.
However, the Doc reminds them that Chemo breaks down the immune system so
much that Dana has to be mindful of getting infections.
i.e. wash her hands often, avoid kids who may have been exposed to mumps,
chickenpox etc
Dana sits there, taut, like she's seething with barely restrained anger.
Which, she probably is.
Cancer makes you angry.
It's unfair, it's unjust, it's unreal.
When the Doc asks if they have any questions, Dana states flatly, "when am I
gonna lose my hair?"
Cut back to:
The garbage truck again.
This time it's driving along and we see the guys have decorated the side of
it with the Dana standee and stuck a broom on there too, so it looks like
she's holding it! lol! I've seen garbage trucks with dolls and teddy bears
stuck on the front before, but never one with a cardboard cutout of Amelia,
Gigi or Martina stuck on the side!
See? Just goes to show you get a more refined kind of garbage man in L.A.
;-)
The garbage truck drives past Kit, who is outside The Planet, talking to the
crew who are setting up for the B-52s, who are due to perform the following
evening.
Billie is sitting silently, wearing dark glasses, looking on at everyone
working.
When one of the crew asks Kit a question, Billie answers and Kit, rather
comically, exclaims,
"IT SPEAKS!"
"That's MR IT to you, Supaflystress!" replies Billie, cuttingly. LOL!
I just love the interactions between these two ;-)
Billie is obviously nursing a bad hangover and Kit isn't impressed that he's
just sitting there while everyone else, including herself, is working their
butts off.
K: "Look at you?! When was the last time you got any sleep?!"
B: "Look, don't give me any shit Kit! I had to jack off twice today just to
get my heart started!....
I've got F.M.S."
K: "F.M.S.? F.M.S.? What is THAT? Fag Munchausen's Syndrome?!"
LMFAO! Classic! LOL!
Billie says it's "Fear of Missing Something", i.e. he's always awake and
doing stuff.
Kit says she doesn't care what he's got, she just wants him with it, and to
get his stuff together before the B-52's play there tomorrow.
The two continue on in an argumentative vein until Billie gives the rather
low blow of,
"I DIDN'T have to bottom-out to get MY life together!"
i.e. Kit hit rock bottom before she managed to get back on track with The
Planet etc.
OUCH!
What it Kit! That Billie has some sharp edges honey pie.....
Cut to:
Helena being a net nerd again.
She's sat in front of her laptop in her office, talking to her kids via a
webcam.
Which is weird, cause I bought a webcam just yesterday.
NOT to talk to my kids with though.
Cause I don't have any kids.
Well, none that I know of anyhoo.
And I'm pretty sure I'd remember doing something like that.
Even though my memory is much like a sieve.
Only with more holes.......
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