A discursive account of my self-absorbed, spiteful, immature observations & obsessions.
Saturday, February 17, 2007
Deep, Annoyed Sigh.
When I wrote many moons ago in my teenaged diary that if I did not "make love to" Mick Jagger I would GO BALD, I suppose I had no idea what that really meant.
Now, I know. All too well. Good lord. Britney, get a fucking hold of yourself.
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