GAAAAAAAAH!

Today I am getting nothing done. Nothing. At all. I am leaving for Barcelona in less than 48 hours. There's a shit-ton of things I should be doing. Packing, for an example. Installing my new iPod. Downloading songs. Filling up my new iPod with the yet non-downloaded music. Washing all my clothes. Calling friends. Cleaning up my room. Digging out my guitar case from underneith all the crap in my closet. Throwing away old make-up, putting in a bag the few items I actually use. Deciding on a bag, a pair of jeans, a jacket or two. Folding socks (OK, who am I kidding, not going to happend, but still) & T-shirts & everything else needed for a couple of months on the road. (Or in this case - on the boat.) This is how I feel about all this:

FUCK IT.

I couldn't care less about ugly bags & crappy bracelets & shitty clothes with stupid stains on them. Dust in the corners. Burried guitar cases or songs I keep forgetting I want to hear anyways.

I can't find my bikini. The bastard has chosen the perfect timing to go missing. You would think a bikini would be thrilled to get to go to the sunny beaches of Barcelona. Mingle with hot Spanish swimwear all day long. But not this one, apparantly, oooh no. Hey Bikini! -SEE IF I CARE. You're ugly anyways.

I'm not packing anything. I'll go like this. Or in my pyjamas. Bring a toothbrush, maybe. A pen & a shot of Tequila. No wait. I can get that there.

Now - World, I am going to lock myself in the bathroom, get into a nice HOT bath, & not come out until you're looking much prettier than you are now.

Can you do that for me?!

I wish the world was a soccer team, so I could yell at it.

(Why am I like this? Am I getting resfeber? ME?! I never get resfeber. Fuck this. )