morgueville,heartland living.

Allow me to rant further on my Ipod loss.
I need to. But maybe I shan't. Ok I will.
Everyday, the thought of Kenny still linger around the back of my head. When I hear a song (Today, this song that goes something like "hollabackgirrrrrrl..." kept running in my head. It reminds me of that milkshake song.) somewhere and I'd go fuck-I've-got-that-one-on-Kenny. Now I have stooped back to using my old Sony reciever and Technic portable cd player. AA and AAA batteries are a way of life now. Lush99.5 is a God sent. And i've got cds i want to buy (Rachael Yamagata, Death Cab, soundtracks, Hotél Costés.) because Itunes is officially, and obviously, of no use now.

Oh yes. My room is in a complete mess. GQs and books all over the place, tshirts and clothes hangers, photos (The bloody blu-tacks clearly did not leave up to its promise.) and the cup that still had last week's coffee.

My cosmic shopping list appears in my head for every 5 minutes my mind goes idle. Doing something about my room for example, like visit ikea or some of-existent flea markets to spice it up. Doing something about the walls of my house which require better colour co-ordinations (Not my fault, my dad did not seek my consultation.). cooking dinner and having potlucks for friends, a là jamie oliver. And finally clearing my wardrobe for the salvation army. Well, and buying stuff with my meagre peanut-wage, of course.

And photographic evidence of my feeble attempt to have an exciting social life will be up shortly once i figure out a much better free online gallery. I need recommendations, please.