Could it be, I like you?

Could it be, I like you?
It's so shameful of me
I like you

So many applications of that one, I can't even tell you. Thanks to Morrissey again there. As promised, this will be a theme for a while.

Today's inspiration though is Paris Hilton. Betty Rocker was kind enough to pass me her latest track to hit the net, Stars are Blind. Find it for yourself, if you haven't heard it already because I don't feel like uploading it at the moment. I've heard it described as "sounds just like Gwen Stefani", "completely atrocious", and "whispery reggae" today. I have to say, I don't think that it sounds too bad at all. In fact, I'm trying to like it. I'm looking forward to getting the album too. I'm a Paris fan though, unlike most people who can't wait to bust out their buckets of Hatorade any time her name pops up. Anyway, so that's that. A new Paris Hilton track is out there and you might want to listen to it.

I've got Leheney's wedding coming up this weekend so I'm finishing up my speech for that. It's tough writing a speech, you know? I think the key is just to not mess up too badly. I think I can probably do that, so I'm optimistic. A few keys here as far as I can tell -

1. Don't leave the bride mortified.
2. Don't cry.
3. Don't drink too much beforehand.
4. Speak English.

My head is all over the place lately. Yesterday, I even missed my train stop by 3 stops. That's tough to do. I ended up on Paulina wondering what the hell had happened. I hoofed it back to punish myself for my oversight. I needed the exercise anyway . I just got so wrapped up in my latest book, How Soon is Never, which I am enjoying tremendously. I haven't reached the point where the main character attempts to reunite The Smiths though. That might be a deal breaker.

Cheerio kids.