greenxxghostie

okay, is it just me, or is the heartachingly sappharine eyes of Fiona Apple staring at me, beyond the grave of pop-star idiosynchricles of like, eight freaking years ago, on the cover of this week's West Ender, for Cripe's sake, as i am sitting on the can no doubt, just making you understand the whole maniacal ecstatification that is, undubitably, concommitant with the whole peeing on beautiful people thing that we've all been hearing so much about? I am not just talking about physical beauty and all of that nonsensne here, i am talking about pissing on the all encompassing benevolent inner-gorgeousness of the human race...i don't know, is it just me?