salsadecacahuete

ahhh, doom and gloom. to rent or not to rent... i rent from my boyfriend.. is that wrong? i make him spend all his money on me though, so i'm probably getting the better deal.. more on the topic... i wanted to be a spy, because then you would get to pretend to be all sorts of things. also a mad inventor... or a teacher. or an artist. or a writer.. or a singer... or an assassin. or president of the USA. (hey, i'm a citizen, it was a feasible dream)... meh, i'm fickle.

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO.... i missed him. i'm with darcy. karl and susan belong together.

i hate children but i would have jack's babies.

dig was good, if only to demonstrate how to act like a bunch of pretentious dickheads. i couldn't watch the oscars for fear of seeing thandie newton and being unable to resist the urge to kill the tv.

i know soaps aren't necessarily supposed to have the most believable plotlines.... but boyd getting 99.6% on his year 12 exams and deciding to be a doctor?? speaking of doctors.... is karl's band touring anywhere near here?

i think i bought alanis morrisette's first album. bad idea because: (a.) makes you want to claw off your ears and (b) makes anyone who sees it amongst yuor music assume you're a man-hating lesbian.

ghost town. possibly because the majority of ska makes me wish for my brains to liquidize and ooze from my pores. but ghost town is good.

album: sadly, The Simpson's Sing the Blues. I was young. And I lived in Indonesia. Music wasn't at its freshest there. I do still own it, though, so maybe that says more about me than the fact I bought it....