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I cannot physically believe they actually let OJ Simpson write a book on how he would have killed Nicole Simpson.

a) He's laughing at us because, come on, he did in fact do it.
b) If he didn't actually kill Nicole Simpson and Ron Goldman, he certainly wouldn't be treating it so lightly and profiting off their heinous murders
c) He's just a fucking penis that needs to be ostracised from society, so that he knows that his actions shouldn't be encouraged. I mean, he gets a publishing deal AND a 2-hour interview? I'm disgusted anyone's giving him the time of day.


Oh, and did anyone think about the children?! 'Yes daddy's written a book on how he would have killed mommy.'

What the fucking hell is going on with the world?! (And why isn't there more of an outcry?)

So... I'm doing some geneology research and can trace my family back to 1598 in Switzerland and Germany. They moved to Pennsylvania, so that makes them the same Germans that tormented my Slovak family.

Jesus.

Harold in Neighbours is le crazy!

I love it.

I don't see nothin wrong with a little bump & grind.


That is all.

This just goes to show that I guess you just had to be there when it comes to Prince


Q&A: Prince
By Tamara Conniff

NEW YORK (Billboard) - Prince quietly sits at a corner table during Universal Music Group chairman/CEO Doug Morris' February 8 post-Grammy Award party.

Universal Republic president Monte Lipman joins him to talk about his March 21 release, "3121," Prince's debut for the label under a one-album pact. The album features guest appearances by new Prince protege Tamar as well as legendary saxophonist Maceo Parker.

Since Prince's self-described "slavery" tenure at Warner Bros. Records ended in 1995, he has agreed to only one-album deals and has had similar arrangements between his Web-centric NPG Music Club and EMI, Arista and Columbia. Prince has said he does not understand why all the labels cannot distribute his albums at the same time. One music executive responded, "Well, it sounds like a good idea, but think about it, we all supply the same retailers.

A Billboard reporter approaches Prince's table to schedule an interview. Prince smiles and says, "When the time is right, we will talk." Prince does not like to talk much. He prefers to make music and perform, and if it is very, very important, he will correspond via e-mail, which is how Billboard received this exclusive.

The likely reason for Prince's desire to write instead of talk might be so he can use his signature Prince-isms: "2" is "to," "b" is "be," "c" is "see," "eye" is "I" and "nrg" is "energy." Appreciative of a platform to speak his mind, he signs his e-mail: "Thanx 4 granting us this forum 2 holla from. Peace.



A: This was the first agreement that was designed by us without the clause/claws of the standard recording deal. The best business model is one that is free-flowing, just like the music.

Q: What do your fans not know about you?

A: There's a lot that fans don't know about me. People tend 2 project on2 U whatever they want 2 c.

A: Music is a sound nrg wave that is best xperienced LIVE. Because eye play music, eye have a different perspective on how it should b delivered. That said, eye (am) not so sure a musician would have come up with the idea 2 sell music in the digital realm.

Q: Do you see yourself as an innovator?

A: Innovator? It's not a word eye use, but we do try 2 introduce new ideas or methods 2 business that more resemble the common-sense principles taught in the Bible.

Q: What inspires you?

A: 2 c someone breaking free from the limitations of the world.

Q: Who are you listening to right now?

A: Musically, eye am listening 2 Tamar right now. She is a brilliant writer and a kind soul. Her 1st album is coming out in May of this year.

If there are any Australians out there who watch neighbours and who can tell me what Susan's fiance's kids have done (they looked shifty this episode) before they moved to Erinsborough I would be very appreciative.

I love spoilers!!!

Does anyone else feel that the Rolling Stones these days are slightly embarrassing, what with Mick Jagger's saggy arse hanging out of his trousers?

Well, I just got my marks back. On the whole I did alright. But the one good thing is..... I got the best management mark of my entire career! I'm well pleased, especially since I drove myself into the hospital working for it.


Alright!


Haha and I was afraid I was gonna fail....

HEAVEN OR HELL: DUBYA CHOOSES

While walking down the street one day, George "Dubya" Bush is shot by a disgruntled NRA member. His soul arrives in heaven and he is met by St. Peter at the Pearly Gates.

"Welcome to heaven," says St. Peter. "Before you settle in, it seems there is a problem: We seldom see a Republican around these parts, so we're not sure what to do with you.

"No problem, just let me in; I'm a believer," says Dubya.

"I'd like to just let you in, but I have orders from the Man Himself: He says you have to spend one day in hell and one day in heaven. Then you must choose where you'll live for eternity."

"But, I've already made up my mind; I want to be in heaven."

"I'm sorry, but we have our rules." And with that, St. Peter escorts him to an elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to hell.

The doors open and he finds himself in the middle of a lush golf course; the sun is shining in a cloudless sky, the temperature a perfect 72 degrees.

In the distance is a beautiful clubhouse. Standing in front of it his dad and thousands of other Republicans who had helped him out over the years: Karl Rove, Dick Cheney, Jerry Falwell. The whole of the "Right" is here, everyone laughing, happy; casually but expensively dressed. They run to greet him, hug him, and reminisce about the good times they had getting rich at expense of the "suckers and peasants. "They play a friendly game of golf, then dine on lobster and caviar.

The devil himself comes up to Bush with a frosty drink and says, "Have a Margarita and relax, Dubya!"

"Uh, I can't drink no more, I took a pledge," says Junior, dejectedly.

"This is Hell, son: you can drink and eat all you want and not worry, and it just gets better from here!" says the devil.

Dubya takes the drink and finds himself liking the devil, who is a very friendly guy who tells funny jokes and pulls hilarious nasty pranks, kind of like a Yale Skull and Bones brother with real horns. They are having such a great time that, before he realizes it, it's time to go. Everyone gives him a big hug and waves as Bush steps on the elevator and heads upward.

When the elevator door reopens, he is in heaven again and St. Peter is waiting for him. "Now it's time to visit heaven," the old man says, opening the gate.

So for 24 hours Bush is made to hang out with a bunch of honest, good-natured people who enjoy each other's company, talk about things other than money, and treat each other decently. Not a nasty prank or frat boy joke among them; no fancy country clubs and, while the food tastes great, it's not caviar or lobster. And these people are all poor; he doesn't see anybody he knows, and he isn't even treated like someone special!

Worst of all, to Dubya, Jesus turns out to be some kind of Jewish hippie with his endless 'peace' and 'do unto others' jive.

"Whoa," he says uncomfortably to himself, "Pat Robertson never prepared me for this!"

The day done, St. Peter returns and says, "Well, then, you've spent a day in Hell and a day in Heaven. Now choose where you want to live for eternity."

With the 'Jeopardy' theme playing softly in the background, Dubya reflects for a minute, then answers, "Well, I would never have thought I'd say this -- I mean, heaven has been delightful and all -- but I really think I belong in hell with my friends."

So Saint Peter escorts him to the elevator and he goes down, down, down, all the way to hell. The doors of the elevator open, and he finds himself in the middle of barren, scorched earth covered with garbage and toxic industrial waste, the sky dark with smog...kind of like Houston. He is horrified to see all of his friends dressed in rags and chained together, picking up the trash and putting it in black bags.

They are groaning and moaning in pain, faces and hands black with grime. The Devil comes over to Dubya and puts an arm around his shoulder.

"I don't understand," stammers a shocked Dubya. "Yesterday I was here and there was a golf course and a clubhouse and we ate lobster and caviar and drank booze. We screwed around and had a great time. Now there's just a wasteland full of garbage and everybody looks miserable!"

The Devil looks at him, smiles slyly, and says, "Yesterday we were campaigning. Today you voted for us."

Raves:

1) "Turn This Thing Around" by El Presidente
2) Maximo Park live
3) Newington, Edinburgh
4) Tesco's enchiladas

Bains of my existence:

1) THE ARCTIC MONKEYS
2) People in my life who laugh like George W Bush
3) My cat's health
4) The amount of wallpaper I have to strip in my flat.

LONDONERS (or those familiar with London)

What's clubbing like on a Sunday? Any good? Where do you go?

Well I'm sitting here in Edinburgh stealing my neighbour's wireless connection.

Tee hee!

But it's good because it means I am now contactable. Hooray.

Had my last exam today. Woohoo it's all over!!!

HAHA so evidently a couple weeks ago the teachers at my high school logged onto Livejournal and read students' entries.

Do I believe it? Well, I'm not sure. I wouldn't be surprised though.

( Who is love? )

Damn I am in the mood for dancing. There's no better cure in the world than getting fucked, going out, dancing, coming home, and collapsing into bed.


Except I'm not collapsing into bed, I'm collapsing into a taxi that will take me to Edinburgh Airport.

Luckily I've packed. I don't want a repeat of last December when I drunkpacked.... 15 tops and 2 jeans. I had to go shopping when I got to America.

Ta'ra!

Do you know what, I bet my 5,000 word paper on Apple and strategy would sound a lot more interesting if I wrote it like this:

"Well I'm in the process of writing 5,000 words on Apple Computers and I can safely say that I'm still a PC girl. They suck. They suck ass. And they break. And when they break, you can't just go and get the parts you need, you have to send the whole damn thing back. Mmhmm that's right. Plus I find their operating system to be completely and utterly counter-intuitive. And everybody knows that the reason they're in the position they're in now was cos they refused to license out their crap-ass operating system. Oh and their precious "look we're a nice fuzzy people company" is going straight out the window. I mean, do you know who they've climbed into bed with? That's right! Intel, who up until recently was Microsoft's bitch. And now they're out to "conquer" the mass computer market. That seems pretty un-fuzzy to me. Maybe Steve Jobs decided to hand in the eigth of weed and hippy clothes... Although kudos for the iPod. Even though it breaks ALL THE TIME."

Inspired by a conversation with Ethan. And for my bibliography I can include Ethan "I interviewed Mr Baldwin on these subjects" and my ass, and the cat, and perhaps Jimmy Stewart...



Why does my life suddenly resemble "The Shining"?

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Hmm that's odd. Maybe cos I know what rimming and snowballing are.

*pork*

Well my flat is (finally) paid for and ALL MINE! I even signed inland revenue documents today. I'm so grown up.

Now it's time to christen the flat with a massive orgy paint the walls, do the floors, and get a new kitchen. But for the time being, I'll take my big purple blow up sofa and that'll have to do for now.


Hooray!

Well I DJ'ed the bop and it was pretty fun.

I'm knackered.


Night.