I'm seriously tempted to join a club for Huey Lewis and the News fans on My (Emo) Space. And not in an ironic way either. What does this say about me? I'm not going to go too deeply into it as I don't think I'd like what conclusions I would be forced to draw. It wasn't an accident that Patrick Bateman was written as a fan of 'Hip to be Square' (Huey's third best song to my mind - correct me if I'm wrong) and we all know how that turned out... Well, kind of confusingly actually.
I don't like my gym trainer:
'You're doing really well!'
'Keep going! You're nearly there!'
'I'm really proud of you!'
No, no and no. Stop lying you smug bastard. I think it's the concept of someone being naturally enthused about exercise that confuses me the most. To my ears that just makes everything sound insincere. Someone being enthused about cheese and bread? Or Huey Lewis? Yes. You pass all the required tests. Let's be friends. All in all, I find it best to be distrustful of anyone that speaks with too many exclamation points in their voice.
Yay its Wednesday! That means less than half of the week to go before I can finally relax. All this being paid to discover the top ten Neighbours episode tittles and chatting on MSN work hard *really* takes it out of you.
By pure coincedence I've managed to collate the top ten Neighbours Episode titles:
That reminds me - I hope Serena Bishop dies. Was I the only person that cheered when the bomb went off? Any step closer Serena is to death is an extra ounce of happiness I can attain. However, where did all the people that got on the plane at the start disappear to? Not after the crash but while onboard. Much like there being one classroom for a High School that (one presumes) has more than 37 pupils. WHERE DO THEY ALL GO?! Maybe theres an invisible monster like on Lost? That'd be cool.
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