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Maybe I put Kill Bill on there a bit prematurely...but I have a feeling it was bizzare enough for me to want to keep watching.
Obviously I bought this month's InStyle magazine...normally, I wouldn't touch the thing, but it was the Uma Thurman issue! I swear, though, the author of the article is on a lot of drugs. Here are the best parts:
"Uma Thurman has a cold. And, darn it, not for a minute does it get in the way of her gorgeousness."
"...and because it's late afternoon she'd love some Russian tea with honey and a plate of currant scones with clotted cream--and let's not skimp on the strawberry preserves."
"The cold has added a layer of huskiness that makes her voice like dark jam."(bolding mine)
HAHAHAAHA. Dark jam? Huh?
Ew, midterms-getting-back-day tomorrow. I'm not ready for that.
































