no man could test me, impress me, my cash flow would never ever end

9:35 p.m. x 2005-01-15

the consensus is that lollipop lust kill's version of "personal jesus" kicks ass just like marilyn manson's, with better vocals but without the moment of hammering guitar where you feel you could just jig.

today i bought slim to none, which is sort of a memoir and sort of not, about a girl's trip in and around anorexia and treatment. she didn't live, which was the principle factor that went into my purchasing it...it was between that and without conscience which i really need also.

"the last house on the left" is mind-bogglingly nifty and recommended to all far and wide who are up to the POWER exuded therein...it's been a weird day, i have that and "napoleon dynamite" from blockbuster. i appreciate "napoleon"'s concept 100%, but next to the former it's pretty flimsy...except for one line, which will live in my heart forever:

TINA, YOU FAT LARD, COME GET SOME DINNER. EAT THE FOOD!
napoleon, "napoleon dynamite"

yeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaah, boooooooyyyy.

if anybody should ask i'm going to a seminar
pieces of the moon
JOBJOBJOB
interviewinterviewinterview
sensitive heart, you're doomed from the start
(& etc)

anybody can be just like me, obviously.
not too many can be like you, fortunately.
KL 02-11