Why did I dream about me having an IM conversation with Poppy Z Brite in which we discussed Princess Di and Courtney Love?
Seriously brain, get back in the box.
Also, this is a reminder to myself that beer and Amarula are not a particularly intelligent combination, and I should please never do that again.
Ever. Even if in my inebriated state I (think I can) hoop like a demon.
I had a look at the cds left out last night. So now I know I was happily listening to Hole, Manic Street Preachers, Denim (wtf, brain, wtf?), Marilyn Manson and Nine Inch Nails. Was I retro or what?