see, if i had been working long hours i wouldn't be so bored out of my mind right now. i've been online checking out site after site while logging on and off msn to see whether those monkeys i want to talk to are on or not. they are all not on. just my luck. yes, i have to talk to people but i don't want to call them up because i'm afraid i'll get too lazy to talk and i'll just hang up on them. what do i have to talk to them about? work and bangkok. first of, i got so freaky i look for a Strokes review every time i hit on an online zine. so far, the reviews for First Impression Of Earth are not bad. but then they're not extraordinarily fantastic either. most of the reviewers are just recycling whatever they wrote for the Is This It album so after awhile it got pretty boring. then i uploaded this really adorable picture of who else but Julian Casablancas. hoho. and i made it into my wallpaper and it makes me grin like an idiot. they look pretty spiffy on the current New York magazine cover. black suits and hair slicked back. no, they didn't look like Interpol. nor the Hives. on top of being yet another wet day, it was dreary. too dreary to be paying school fees, anyway. so i let my loose ends playlist numbed me. let's see who's on that one: wolf parade, ambulance ltd, thee more shallows, devendra banhart, the stars, basically those whose songs i collected while i was blog trawling. hence, loose ends. sounding like an indie smug fuck by the second. i'm bored goddammit. it was either being a fanatical geek or counting the strands of hair on my head. got a book to read but i'm not in the mood for black english humour. i'm in the mood for flying my ass to bangkok.