
one day, when what i have to write won't get me in trouble (when the people i'll be writing about aren't so relevant or maybe alive) i'll write my memoirs with all the 'funny' stories that i can't get into now...
not that anyone will care by then.
spent the morning retouching/printing the pictures of sienna miller.
spent the afternoon getting wound up by people messing (my schedule) around.
i'm fairly certain, no matter how successful you are, you will always get the dick about...just the consequences are greater.
took my frustrations out on xbox360 live, halo 3: shooting and bludgeoning fellow gamers from around the world.
a completely pointless waste of life.
but enjoyable all the same.
and now...i am enjoying a nice bottle of 2004 'vintagr' marques de monistrol cava rose.
i like it because it's got bubbles like cider does...and it's pink.
i'm very sophistacated isn't i?