Monday, December 21, 2009//6:14 PM

Rusty Baby

I feel so guilty and sad when I see my poor little drum kit sitting alone in all its rusty glory. Haven't touched it in over a year. Sigh. The thing is, I dread touching it again 'cause its only gonna remind me of how lousy a drummer I honestly am. And! I'm never selling it. You just don't do cruel things like selling your precious baby for some measly bucks. Argh.

While re-reading Meg Cabot's The Princess Diaries, I realize she's a genius. Every small detail from her previous books all add up to the awesome ending. Including the unveiling of J.P as a douche. Wow.





Dear David Thorne, please bestow upon me your silly wisdom.