The weekend is here. How nice. My brother is here too. Not very nice. He has used the computer once. And I've already had to do a hard reset once. He's bad news for my computer. But hey, it's christmas. Smile and love one another.

It's late and I don't care right now. You only call me when you're down.

I like Moby. He has a diary just like me. He quotes Simpsons just like me (I'm number 1 on google for I can't believe you don't shut up). He's just like me. Well, a bloody rich and talented and popular version of me. I like him a lot though. If he got rid of the damn javascript then his journal would be cool. It's like rockstar down-to-earth. A sort of musical version of Wil Wheaton. There's nothing better than self-irony. Especially from big stars. When people who could so easily crush you to a pile of dust with their immense power and fortune spend their times making jokes about how they are themselves puny, then you know it's good. I love the story of how his billion dollar selling album was made by just himself messing around in his study. I saw him on MTV Cribs or some similar show that I wouldn't watch normally. I wish I had a place like he does. With a studio that you can sit in till 4 am and just mess around and make nice little music that you like yourself. Well, I wish I had a guitar and some talent just.

I say "well" too much.

Hey, wasn't that in the Simpsons too? The George Bush snr tape. You know what, he just says well a lot. Or was that another word?

Words, words. You keep playing games with my heart.

I think I'm falling for Mary. Mary Star of the Sea. I was reading the messageboards and people saying that this was some of the best Billy has ever written. That it was like Porcelina only three times better. I don't know about that. But it definitely has an epic feel to it. Maybe it's just the length. Or maybe it's just a beautiful song.

It's good. And everything just feels like rain.

That's the problem with people. If you let them in they'll let you down.

And you end up sad and lonely. With a rotting brain. You'll have to look up the lyrics to your favourite songs if you want to quote them. Because you can't remember anymore. You can hear them in your head but you can't write down the words. And everything just feels like rain. I love Mary. The song and the future queen of Denmark. There's something about Mary.

Don't you wanna be my friend. Till the bitter end. Haha.

np: zwan - mary star of the sea (021206)