girlsdontcry's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- I don't care if the sun don't shine Well, if I'm ever hungover (and I am more often than I'd like to be) I give myself whatever I want. Foodwise. I don't, you know, buy myself diamond-set tiaras. And I'm not hungover, not yet, but I'd have teacakes now over anything. Yeah sure, if I had a choice between a teacake with a ten-pound note folded inside and a common-or-garden teacake, I'd choose the former, but you know what I mean. I only bring that up because so often I play the "you can have whatever you want" game and come up with nothing, so it's nice to want something specific for a change. I keep thinking in lists, wishlists and anti-wishlists. I don't have a wishlist, but my sincere anti-wish is that no one buys me a ticket to Romeo & Juliet: The Musical. I know, it was a big hit in Paris. But no. No. Why must it exist? And while I'm on the subject, I also really don't want a copy of Vinnie Jones' album*. Although I hear that at the beginning of the week only 300 copies had been sold in the entire country. And although I'm not an optimist at heart, I'm hopeful that not one of those 300 copies will ever find its way into my flimsy Ikea CD rack. Let alone the player. 12:58 a.m. - 2002-11-27 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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