Diary of a crabby lady

Once upon a time I sold books. Now I have cancer.

Wednesday, 19 September 2007

In which we are not alone after all. Not quite.

Found this video on YouTube today, which proves that weeJosh must have at least one other fan somewhere in the world - although you couldn't tell it from LJ at the moment.



Also, this other fan appears to have a bit of interview footage that I don't have.

... I hate her ...
Posted by Unknown at 19:45
Labels: crushes, involuntary solitude
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