Le Sexy

Rich Girl – Gwen Stefani f. Eve

It’s past 4 in the morning and I’m supposed to be working on an essay that’s due in a few days. Instead, I somehow managed to develop an infatuation for a French pop star named Alizee. I haven’t actually listened to her songs, like that matters, but they have titles that roughly translate to “Me…Lolita” and “I’m Not Twenty Years Old”. God bless the internet for showing us that it is possible to fall in love through the magic of animated gifs. I just showered, but it won’t come off.

This isn’t how things are supposed to be.

By the way, check out Zach Braff’s blog. If someone posted this before, a thousand apologies. The ritual seppuku is already under way.

Garden State should come with some kind of warning. I mean, I keep thinking that I can watch it and not be affected by it, but I always feel like crap after. I just keep watching the climactic screaming into the abyss scene over and over again. I need release.

PQ:
She called me. I couldn’t resist. It’s what she wanted, you see. It’s what they always want. They beg and beg and beg…and they’re so sure they’ll love this life, mysterious and beautiful and dark…except I always take too much.
There’s been others, then.
Aha–! Hundreds! Oh, dear. There’s no point trying to change what people are, Cassidy. You may as well face it: They like us like this.