

Death by Scrabble.Death By Scrabble or Tile M For MurderDeath by Scrabble.
It's a hot day and I hate my wife. We're playing Scrabble. That's how bad it is. I'm 42 years old, it's a blistering hot Sunday afternoon and all I can think of to do with my life is to play Scrabble. I should be out, doing exercise, spending money, meeting people. I don't think I've spoken to anyone except my wife since Thursday morning. On Thursday morning I spoke to the milkman.
My letters are crap.
I play, appropriately, BEGIN. With the N on the little pink star. Twenty-two points. I watch my wife's smu
P.S. ~ Actors rock.
(I said cockles!)
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"We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off."
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Who I am is who I want to be.
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We're actors-we're the opposite of people.
Tom Stoppard
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Do you still believe in stars?
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