crap sleep last nite. figured since we weren’t drinking booze we may as well have cold coffees after 9pm and go for a walkies and rent road to guantanamo, it ended around 12.30 then couldn’t get to sleep, that fucking umbrella song that every slut i know is all about was running through my head, i have only heard it a few times, maybe i’ll get it off itunes today to blow my mind to it all afternoon. and now i am up cos that pepto bismol jingle decided to affix itself to THE VERY ESSENCE OF MY MIIIIND.

nausea heartburn indigestion upset stomach diarrhea PARTY!

on a sidenote, if i were to somehow meet rihana and she had her umbrella, could i like, demand to stand under it with her, is her song like a mutually binding-contract if i buy it off itunes? or am i going to get a check to the ground and an elbow to the spine and served with a restraining order?

maybe she should be a little more careful with all those promises she throws around, what’s that other one about being a murderer, no wait, the SOS please someone help me, see, lucky i am smart, cos not everyone is so like some dude could you know esgithrgnrelnvfdlbfd

i have a good feeling about the garbage what will be my posts today, fingers crossed.