Thursday, August 07, 2003
Grrr. I wish I was dead. Only for the night mind, so that I could be guarenteed of getting a good night's sleep. As it is I want to go to bed right now but I know that if I do I'll be waking at 4 am or sometime ridiculous and then that's me screwed up for several days. I hate my stupid body with it's dumb ideas that I'm the sort of person that can survive on seven hours sleep a night. It wouldn't be so bad if I was the type of person who could, or if I could also sleep longer when I don't have to get up at 7 am to go to work. I want a different body. And a different life. Preferably as one of Charlie's Angels.
Speaking of which, Creepy Lesbo has seen the second film and is shouting about the Lesbian Death conspiracy. I don't see it myself, if only on the grounds that the characters of all four women are straight (double entendres to entice the fatbeards aside) and for it to qualify wouldn't Demi Moore's character have to be a lesbian?
Speaking of which, Creepy Lesbo has seen the second film and is shouting about the Lesbian Death conspiracy. I don't see it myself, if only on the grounds that the characters of all four women are straight (double entendres to entice the fatbeards aside) and for it to qualify wouldn't Demi Moore's character have to be a lesbian?
