elizagirl

<confession mode> I have tried and tried to like the Dresden Dolls. I just don't, okay? I JUST DON'T.

My dinner tonight was two bagels. I didn't even toast the motherfuckers, just ate them with creamcheese, raw. Oh, the shame.

I was supposed to go grocery shopping tonight, but have opted to stay home, lounge, and listen to music.

I LOVE KARAOKE and last night rocked some California Dreamin', some Total Eclipse of the Heart, and some Mercedes Benz (Janis Joplin). Yeah, that's right bitch. On a weeknight. God Bless Logan's.

</confession mode>

I'm watching the last of Season 3 of Six Feet Under tonight, and I can't frickin' wait. It'd better be GOOD.

I also rented a movie called "P.S." which looks like it could be pretty geigh, but it came down to either that or Hostage, and I just don't feel like seeing explosions tonight.

Oh, and one last confession. When I went to see Mr. and Mrs. Smith, I felt vaguely (and briefly) guilty for supporting Brangelina. Like I was betraying Jennifer Aniston. What the fuck goes on in this head of mine? I ask you.