elevator love letter

by Valli

idiots, idiots, idiots.

Some people are just that. Idiots. Like this woman at work. She couldn’t find her way out of a paper bag. Even if you gave her a map! She’s fucking clueless. My favorite days are the days when she’s not here.

I just have to say that indie songs have THE best titles. Great, great stuff. Just listen to Radio@Netscape, New Indie or Indie Rock channels and they have the coolest song & album titles, and really good music too!

Okay, daydream time. I’m in London with my longtime boyfriend, who is a tall super cool, funny, sweet, intelligent, relaxed and adventuresome yet reserved kinda guy. We’re on vacation checking out Europe for the first time for both of us together. (fucking A! I hate this woman, she can’t figure out anything for herself even AFTER I’ve showed her how to do fifty fucking times, calm down, calm, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5..) So anyway, we’re in France, looking for Saint-Hilaire anything so that I can take a picture of myself next to a sign that says “hilaire” so I can be like, this is where my name came from, blah, blah, blah. We’ve rented a car and we’re tooling around the country, checking things out. So I’m sitting there thinking oh my god, this is so much fun, I am so happy to be here. *sigh*

This just needs to happen…. yep… that’d be so good.