Mary Fuckin’ Poppins

i’ve been gone for a while. well, what can i say, i’m home alone and the need to party cut into my free time . but the new boring situation made me remember that i had a blog somewhere. luckily i remembered the www address, well not so much ‘cos i have it in my firefox bookmarks.

my head hurts like hell and i don’t want to read the book i’ve just bought. mgm insists on enoying me with the worst movies ever and as for hustler tv… well, i’m just sick of free porn (that could happen to you when you reach a certain age when porn it’s not forbidden anymore).

the internet connection is as sucky as ever so i can’t illegaly download season 4 of “that 70s show”- best hippie movie ever.
so, music is my only opportunity to feel like normal groovy teenager. (too bad i’m not a teenager anymore, but whatever). now, michael jackson is telling me that i’m dirty diana. he must have me confused with someone else. my name is not diana. oh, yea, and i just got out of the shower, you silly dud!