mickey comes to town

Oh, fish. Looks like I'll be 'participating' in this Earth Hour crap thing after all because my friend's bored and I'm supposed to tag along to see some local ragtag bands playing at Laundry. By the way. Don't you need to plug in the speakers and guitars and stuff? Doesn't all this use up electricity? What's the point of Earth Hour then if we're only turning off the lights?

Dumbass communists. Oops, commercialists.

DUMBASSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Anyway, I am now safe at home, in the cocoon of my bedroom. My friends have weird ideas about things to do. One friend wanted to go see Tomok. Like, why the fuck do I want to see Tomok? As far as I'm concerned, he's a plain nobody. I just happen to know who he is because some people I know, like my friend, enjoy squealing to me about how cute he is when he totally is not. He is motherfucking ugly. Period.

And then this same friend is pestering me to join her and another friend into going to where again, but Penang. Please. I was there just two weeks ago. I'm not going to pay RM200 for a two-night visit just so we can buy cheap DVDs! And that's just for the travel expenses if we're going by flight both ways! No no no no. There's hardly anything left for a person to do in Penang. I'm not interested in water sports (after a really bad experience last year with the Viper ride) and I don't want to look at their old buildings anymore.

I want. To sit in a tent. Build a campfire. Tell ghost stories round the fire. Have sex in a tent with a really cute guy. THAT'S WHAT I FRIGGIN' WANT.

BUT THERE'S NO FRIGGIN' CUTE GUY AND HARDLY ANYBODY WANTS TO GO CAMPING ANYMORE.

So I am going to read this book on 'The World's Greatest Serial Killers' and figure out a good plan to sterilise the world of a few rotten people.