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February 01, 2002

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Helen

When I was little, I always wanted to be just like Judy Garland. Of course, I think I only planned to emulate the early years.

But there's something irresistable about a gal who, with the help of her friend Mickey, could put on a show at a moment's notice and save a poor town.

Sorry, you were talking about Liza Minelli. Obviously, I'm more aquainted with her mother (thanks to the hundreds of old movies my grandparents continue to show me every time I visit).

Nicole

yikes. I'm doing my trash reading lately with the warhol diaries, and she's just all over it: scorcese and barishnokov, poppers with halston.
and I thought I was thinking too many dead celebrities for this year!

sakana

holy god. i cannot believe you have judy garland paper dolls. i bow before you.

J.D.

Judy Garland paper dolls? Were you born in a trunk?

ryan

"divine decadence, darling!"

perhaps she's feigning a comeback so she can go out "on top." i can't think of anything worse than dying when you're old and decrepit. anyone can do that. it takes skill to die when you're at peak performance ;).

denise

mena, you are kind of kooky, but in the best way. :)

Daniel Talsky

Kooky. I'm so with that. In the best possible way.

mamatha

paper dolls? of judy garland? why? for crying out loud! why? how many do you have? do you make them sing? is there one where she is smiling, i don't think that i have ever seen her smile!
(you're alright still but i find the paper dolls a bit...different)

Melsa

oh dear. Liz and the Gloved One as maids of honor? Guess that title really does illuminate those who bear it.

Melsa

oh dear. Liz and the Gloved One as maids of honor? Guess that title really does illuminate those who bear it.

megnut

What makes people romanticize such horrid stuff? I suffer from a romanticization of the consumption (perhaps due to too much reading of British Lit and Keats). Whenever I have a bad cold, I find myself proped up, coughing delicately into a tissue and thinking, "this is it...only a little longer. And if only he'd loved me as much as I loved him. He'll be sorry..." And then of course, my cold clears up and I don't die and it all seems so, well, oddly dull and undramatic.

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