Here I sit at my messy, fire hazard desk shaking from a venti Americano and eating dry Vector cereal out of a baggy and all I keep hearing in my head is: "I have just hit a new (corporate) low"

I've gotta stop buying StarPhuck's coffee. It's going to kill me. Dude, I'm TWITCHING like a spastic on the dance floor. Not a pretty sight, let me tell you. And I'm out of cereal. *sigh*

That's it. Off to the Maul I go. I need to buy something. Yay Capitalism.

Oh, and go rent Laurel Canyon. It made me realise that I need a British rock star boyfriend. Right this minute. Awww yeah. If he's not available, I'll take a Frances McDormand type. RAWR.