wurd up mah peeples

So, everything is fucked, but I feel better about it now. The sky isn't actually going to fall on my head. The walls of my skull will not spontaneously cave in. I don't feel so broken.


I had to go over Jennie's yesterday, because I had to go somewhere, had to see some one. I'm glad I chose her. She plied me with cheap vodka from a big plastic bottle, brought in LA for like six bucks, with cranberry juice as a mixer. We watched Amelie, which was rilly good, the colours all vibrant, the use of digital effects subtle and not to the detriment of the story. I made her stay up past her bed time in response to which she gave me another strong drink to knock me out. Woke up this morning hungover but fine. Got coffee in bed, which is always good. We listened to The Deftones and KoRn and reminisced about when "nu-metal" wasn't lame. We decided Limp Bizkit only ever did three good songs which were their cover of Faith, Break Stuff and Nookie... I think. Check out some very early fred durst "rapping" on Follow The Leader, a track called In The Family. I pillaged pictures and MP3s from her computer with my disgo, a birthday present from my dad brought perhaps out of guilt of leaving us. Mines the 128 meg model. Afterwards she walked me to the bus-stop and said goodbye. Would of stayed longer but Jade is coming over so I had to get home.