It's not fair

You know, I've been looking over my journal entries for the past few days.
I... I'm a whiny son of a bitch. I mean, I really complain a lot. I think I may stop reading my journal if I don't get a new angle.

Isn't she pretty in pink?

***squee!!***
I used to own this CD. It was either lost in the move to CA some lonely decade back or 'borrowed' by a flatmate. Either way, I have found it again and I will call it my shmoopy. Or Smooshy. Or something.
(Oh dear. There's a sequel.)