Earth to bella by incuBUS i mean seriously i think its perfect! it perks me up! and the soft moments are gorgeous and the loud parts are stunning! and the harmonies are golden. i also like des visages and des figures par Noir Désir... a nice voice and french music just haunts me all day and night because i understand half of it, but it feels like i understand all of it. anyway just chillin in my room, cranking organ donor cos dj shadow rules, been thinking about nothing... fluffing around on wikipedia like nobodies business... and getting bored. oh yeah, dad put down his and my step mums dog yesterday at the vet. he was old. maybe 13 or 15. and odd number. and odd number. but i think in human years thats really really old. Jesse. well he looked so small, i went over and saw him before he was taken to the vet. he looked as big as he did when he was about 1. tiny! and he cant speak anymore... or see.. or hear. i think it was for the best. though it was a hard thing to do for my dad and rosemary. Jesse was a big part of their home/married life. he was a part of my family. im gonna miss ya dog! i used to look after him when dad was at work. i'd just make him run with me for ages, he got pretty fit and used to burn me off. hmmm. four legs really are better than two. we had a sort of weird relationship, he knew he had to listen to me but packwise he always thought he was higher up the food chain than me. and would sit beside dad at the table and look at me like he was the shit. probably the smartest and coolest dog i know. ahhh. anyway. i feel weird. i havent talked to courtney for three days. punishing her? fuck knows what im up to... but i want to see her tonight so i think ill ask her out to dinner or something... and talk. good plan! execute! oh yeah. ummm ummm ummm i was gonna write a haiku. like this the first line and then a gripping second and closing with style a man holds me close an embrace that lasts forever pressed to his warm chest a girl sighs and blinks the clouds pass over head in haste she sits back and smiles a bird whistles legato twittering of the sparrows soundtrack to my life expressing regret over and over again riding the death train something that starts with "well it doesn't hurt to try" can end either way blah blah blah yadda yadda yadda send in your skeletons, sing as your bones come marching in Des corps, des esprits me reviennent Des décors, des scènes, des arènes Hantez, hantez, faites comme chez vous, restez