Got tagged by Aishwarya. Not tagging anyone in turn because my blog readership beyond the other people she tagged is er doubtful at best. So here goes.
I am thinking about
Sunnyside up, eggs.
'We all know which of them really was hired for being pretty.'
I want to
That gorgeous book on Schiele didn't do the inanimate-object equivalent of dancing naked in front of me. With bells on.
The news, sometimes.
Lebanese pop. Vot?
If I should write to Stephen Fry (oh my god, my palms are so clammy they're practically clams, how do you write to that man without exposing yourself as a witless loutish spewer of metaphoric botty-dribble?).
Songs by The Smiths, operatically. I am awesome. *inserted pointed look from taggee in general direction of tagger*
For my country! Alas ehui hay bhogobaan.
I am not always
In cursive. Ain't nothin' sexier.
Death metal bands with other death metal bands.
Money to spend on books.
I should try
With a clean plate.
Ta-ta for now.