Sunday, January 11, 2009

What are you for, now that I have hardcore?

Winter's breaking. I spent Friday night on the phone with the E drinking half a bottle of Wolf Blass, four hours later everything was fine. Then I watched a bunch of MTV and downloaded the ubiquitous Natasha Bedingfield song (Thank god it was only a half bottle). "IT'S LIKE SHE'S SINGING ABOUT MY LIFE." Notable, Degrassi TNG also got all over that trend.

Cold Girl Fever / The National

What this place needs is a top secret project, with no objectives and no future. And some organic apples. To do.

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