morgueville,heartland living.

i think some bogus shite crept into my computer and have the single ulterior motive of irritating the fuck out of me. i hope the guy who invented pop-up ads and spams will die. or perhaps i should just become an exile of the cyberworld. you know. just end all these bloggerbooger and write my blog on korean made diaries. you can begin sending me snail mail to my mail box. i do miss those primary/lower secondary days of sending real christmas cards and receiving them with glee. and then write 'thank you mr postman!' at the back of the envelope. ahh. hallmark is never the same as hallmark.com.

and anyone caught 'the streetcar named desire' on central yesterday?

good o' fashioned classic.