And I can't help but wonder if you're talking to someone who's more interesting than me... if you're going to leave in 5 seconds. If you even read what I say or you just ignore the question. Rubber bullets.

Discussing Mel Gibson and Lars von Trier with someone from Australia. Weeeird. And boring. To hell with it all.

The sick green bonanza has been replaced by a sick carrotcoloured bonanaza. I prefer the sick green stuff. It's less sick.

I'll probably order Kid A online later tonight. And some pumpkins singles. Tis about time.

Yup. There you go. Probably something more important to me. We might as well go back to not talking at all.

Well, who cares. Who cares. Who cares.

This one goes out to the one I love. To the one I love. Rippppppoff. Rubber bullets. Rubber bullets. Ripppppoffff. I'm a fraud a sham a no good nothing piece of shit ass.

Please pity me... pity is underestimated. I like it. I'm dark, I'm depressed. I got it all. I love George Costanza. In a heterosexual friendly kind of way.

So beats the final coda of our vinyl storm one more cherry cola blablablacan't remembermore. My mind is rotten apples. That's two p's and one l. And don't you forget about it. SoAP is in the air.

We won two gold medals. Denmark didn't go empty handed. We rock the olympics. We oooown them. d00d. we rawk

My life is like WinAmp. Fuzzy around the edges and all curly on the inside.

I once dreamt I had cancer. I didn't. I thought it was a sign. It wasn't. The lesson: Don't try, can't win.

close your eyes and sleepdon't wait up for mehush now don't you speakto me

I'm going to the bank tomorrow. Get me some money, honey.

I won't understand you.

Why do I spell better than just about every American person I've ever talked to on the net? PULL YOURSELF TOGETHER, PEOPLE. I'm Danish for fuck's sake.

Oh, to bitch and complain. That's what I want to do when I grow up. Stupid thingie, dumb whatsjamagig

Soma fuckin' rawks. d00d. It's cool. Earphoria ownz my azz.

I'm all by myself as I've always felt

goth pictures of skye coming my way. Oh yeah, baby. It was kind of sad seeing Phil Hartmann on 3rd rock. Oh yeah, baby. He was funny as hell. I wonder what went through his head the last seconds... I can't help but think about it. His wife... shit.

"Even though you lied to me, I love you" Ride on motherfucker, you talk shit like a chump.

cursed you and your reasons

You aint coming back, are you?

quelle surprise

woe is me