Dirty laundry. Do the dishes instead.

A fairly quiet Saturday. Slept late. Took a nap. Took a rest. There is nothing bad about that.

It has been cold and raining. I have found myself strangely missing the sun and the heat. Normally I can't stand that stuff. I prefer it cold. But I guess weekends should be sunny at least. I always complain about the weather. Some day I will do something about it. (picture me waving my hand at a cloud and screaming obscenities).

Rain dance. Is there such a thing as a sun dance? Apart from the film festival of course.

Despite all the resting I am still feeling somewhat tired. Worn out. I ain't as beautiful as you. But that's ok. Cause you're freakin' gorgeous.

I want a little fridge in my room. To keep drinks cold. But I shouldn't. I know. Especially not at those prices.

My copy of Attack of the Clones isn't working. Something is wrong. Maybe I'll go rent it sometime. I feel a hankering for some star warsing.

A New Poetry is really beautiful when done by just Billy acoustically. Acousticolly. Actually you could substitute "A New Poetry" with "anything" and it would still hold true.

I'm running out of dirt to pile on the heap.

Everything's fine and I'm happy all the time.

np: mew - symmetry