DRESS UP
So then. For some unknown reason, I still get hits, and recently I've had a few referrels for "How to dress like The Strokes/Libertines/Whoevers". Since my vacous mind is completely lacking an original thought (I have a theory that college has destroyed all my imagination and ability to create, but that's another matter), I think I'll have a go at helping people like you (yes YOU!) dress up all nice and indie likes.
I have a feeling, like most other plans I make, that there's no way I'll ever do this. So you have to keep nagging me to do it until I do and then you can all either disagree with me or go down to Oxfam and buy everything I tell you and then you'll be happy and this sentence is far too long but I can't stop writing it now because I'm afraid that if i stop typing then I'll never be able to start again except for writing in another stupid exam but they aren't for a month or so so that's ok and I'd really better stop now because The Simpsons has started and I have to go put it on I hope it's that episode where Lisa's sad cos I think that one's dead cute and stuff and I could go off on a rant about how The Simpsons has changed over the years and whether that's good or not but you probably stopped reading as soon as I went off on one didn't you and you're not even reading this now so I can say stuff like ha you smell of cheese and I've always thought so and you wouldn't even know cos you aren't reading anymore so there who's laughing now I'll tell you who...
Me! Look! Ha!

I'm so very, very lonely...