What the f@ck is my problem?

I ask myself this question sometimes. The existential angst comes and goes like a turgid wave. It's a real crash, I hate it.

Poetry used to help; of course, I have written a grand total of two poems in the last two months. One of them was about Duran Duran.

Totally Spies is on the Cartoon Network. I love that show. Those cartoon chicks are hot! I can't wait for the x-rated version - there is some really juicy lesbian sex-scene potential at work with the blonde, the redhead and the black chick. I like the redhead...

I have got to finish this bloody book so I can become world famous and rich. It's overdue...