Sweet dreams are made of these

Blah Blah Blah insert pretentious rubbish. Oh, and Gregory Maguire, the Master of emo philosophical crap? With all my love, I so predict your rambling, unphilosophical death one day.

Thursday, October 26, 2006

WAHHHH

1. I writeh not. Because I have no inspiration when I do not have my writing computer and I do not have Microsoft Word 2007 (Beta). WAHHHH.

2. I have no job. No job = no money. WAHHHH.

3. Dreamt of prom, where I did not see my friends, but at the end looked into a full length mirror and said OMG WAHHHH WHERE IS EYELINER. WHY DID I FORGET EYELINER. WAHHHH.

4. WAHHHH.

WHERE IS MY MUSEY MUSE. GIVE ME INSPIRATION BABY. (And goodness gracious I liketh Chinese not, really really not.)

OH. MY FAVORITE FRIENDS CAN WE GO VIVO CITY STRAIGHT AFTER CHINESE? THERE IS YAMCHA AND THE HOOKER-ISH SILVER TOP I SHALL PURCHASE AND BE SCORNED AT. BECAUSE I = YELLOW TRASH WOTZ.