Clang-clang, Maxwell's silver hammer came down upon her head...
i hate a certain style of blogging that pertains to airing dirty laundry.
so i sit here, procrastinating writing my script that i promise to hate, and waiting for inspiration to strike me. though, hopefully not in the face.
should i tell you about my weekend? i'm too lazy to.

la la la, goes an annoying tune in my head.
so la la la, goes that annoying tune into you silly readers' heads too.

see, there doesn't seem to be very much to talk about, when you censor the stuff that really bothers my heart.
when you remove the petty little details,
the storm that brews in everyone's minds, clashing doubts, anger, strands of pain, awash with bleak naivety.

ah crap! see, i've gone and went too close to have done it! what foreplay is to sex, is what this is to dirt laundry.
dirty, dirty, dirty.
now, if i were my friend and i came to this page and read this bit above, i would have shaked my head at me and thought to myself, poor little me, sooo sad. all that angst, angst, ANGST, in my poor little life.


that was sarcasm by the way.


digressing, i think my friendster testimonial board is hilarious. it isn't testimonials anymore, its a forum-that-exists-in-three-parts, and according to MOT, that's one of the first steps to becoming a TWIT, aka ah lian! so there, jimmy!

does anyone out there watch one tree hill?

and does anyone know how to fix this column so that its MUCH wider?

yeah yeah, hi aaron. yes, u are in a blog! he thinks its second only to being mentioned in the news. you need a better aim in life.