dirrty pop will overcome

On the bank of my hand is written the legend KISSFM, 10pm-12am. This is unusual, but justified. Tonight, on Princess Superstar's radio show DJs are not rockstars, she will be interviewing Peaches. It took me a while to forgive the Princess for dissing Justin (oh, the pain it inflicts on my heart when the pop turn anti-pop), but the humour of her Friendster entry has helped. Peaches, on the other hand, hasn't stopped being a genius at any time, as is illustrated by the fact that her second album is entitled Fatherfucker (she's back to kick those Fannypack pretenders and their ilk to the kerb, yo).

Here is a photo of these two artists together which is in no way one my favourites of all time.

I know it's wrong to laugh at the [sic], but...

Dear Diary,

Don't feel neglected. I know it's been alittle while since Ive written in you. But don't think I haven't been thinking about you.
Sometimes at night when I come in really late, I say lemme write in my favorite place..(that's you by the way), then I sit down for a second (ususally on the bed) and well....next thing I know it's morning

Nonetheless, happy Sunday diary, hope you are having a good day. Maybe even relaxing and able to enjoy the fact that it is another day and the limits are limitless:-)

Alicia Keys is mad as a bag of bears.

destroyed by madness: oooh yeah

If you type "naked hipsters" into Google, the third thing on the list is a transcription of Ginsberg's 'Howl'.

How poignant.

In other news: I'm finding it impossible to finish writing even relatively short pieces that I really want to get done, for pleasure, within relatively long time periods. It could be the heat, or I could just be lame. I also managed to get drunker than I have in almost four months last night, completely by accident (blame it on work-supplied free drinks). Fortunately Red had already left the pub or she might have ended up having to fling my ass out of there again.

Oh, and Beyonce's version of 'In Da Club' currently rules my world.