After last week and the whole inner struggle between "I like boobs" and "people have a right to be pissed about adult establishments opening up in their neighbourhood" (two posts I have made private for a few days until everyone calms down about the topic because the damned thing is still going and I'm too tired to argue it any more) I find myself blowing off some mental steam when I read a snippet in the morning paper about how Pete Doherty likes to watch home videos of himself and Kate Moss saying "it brings me back to happier times" and I'm thinking "Jesus, just kill yourself already". Not my proudest morning ever but honestly, if he were on a ledge looking for me to talk him down I'd be looking for cheerleaders who could do a "Gimme an S! Gimme a P! Gimme an L! Gimme an A, Gimme a T!... JUUUUUUUMP you talentless cokehead fucktard!" chant.
I'm still discovering the features of my new mobile phone. 3G opens limitless possibilities to ignore.