Just a few days left now.

What do YOU want?

I really need to learn to go to bed before 9am.

Hard.

The motherfucking Ice Truck Killer* won't accept my myspace friend request.
Should I have accomplished something in my four five days off? Oops.
I did holiday-ize my apartment; my roommate cares about these things. It's neat.
I finally have my own webspace again, and the prettiest things in my head for it.
I haven't decided what I'll get myself for the holidays yet
(that $100 at IKEA yesterday didn't count).
It may be time for a vacation, what do you suggest?
If you send me your address, I'll send you a holiday card (unless I run out or hate you).

* oops, Killerrr.

I'm pretty sure I've never been so sick.

Turns out I had a hidden talent, after all.



Also, since I don't want to write:

Back to the bass.