I'm just sitting here sipping some ultra-delicious organic mint tea.

I am wondering why I don't give a f**k who Tom Cruise is pretending to date. Or what Angelina Jolie did yesterday. And why do I even know who Paris Hilton is? Sometimes I don't feel a part of anything, and sometimes that's not such a bad thing.

BLOODY HELL - she's CB41

Posted By: Old Git, Jun 20, 10:54:49