...amateurish, incontent...

Just when you thought I couldn't get any... what's the word, kitschier?... I go and buy an ipod. A little part of my soul feels weak and shallow, but the rest of me is retardedly excited. Hurrah for impulse shopping.

"Out of sight, out of mind": I hate that it's a reality for some people. Because you haven't thought about me all week, not once. "You don't know that", say my friends. Yes I do. You just know sometimes, and this is one of those times. Maybe if I was a gourmet chef. Or something.

Clearly we will not be going to the opening. We will go on the third night, but the boy definately doesn't deserve our glory at the all-lauded opening night. I categorically refuse.