It's not a cry you can hear at night, it's not somebody who's seen the light...

I don't think an apology is too much to ask for. A simple "Oh, I'm sorry I hurt your feelings" but what do I get? Nicht. Nada. Nothing.

It's alllllll for shite.

Paaaaaaaaants. Why can't YOU live here? I will feed you butterfingers or something. I went by the Lolly Store on Lygon street last night and they were selling american candy and I went a bit nuts. It's EXPENSIVE but I miss the american candy! MMMmmmmMMMMmmButterfinger. And THEY HAD SKOR BARS!! But they felt mooshy. And American Cherry Coke (Cherry coke here tastes like lighter fluid) and root beer....omg...

And candy penises. Score....?

I LOVED Capote. Love loved. Phillip Seymour Hoffman was SO amazing in that movie. *kisses him* But then afterwards I felt bad because Lewi didn't know who Truman Capote was and I realised that it's a cultural thing. He invented a genre basically (or made it mainstream) and changed SO many things, but he's still an American writer.

Weird.

Also...I feel gross. So I'm leaving :)