Lyric of the moment:
Oh she is hot, she's hot, she's hot
She's just a wild and wicked slut
And she lives inside my head and stops me sleeping
And when I think she's finally gone
Some guy arrives and turns her on
Then she parties until dawn
This can't go on
Get out my dreams
You're killing me so slowly...
Speaking of lyrics, I thought this site was kinda nifty: Zombaritaville-- Zombified songwriting parodies freshly exhumed every Monday, Wednesday & Friday
And speaking of zombies, there's still no sign of Max. There never will be, I think. I miss him so.
My playlist's getting weird (and clearly, so's my train of thought), so it's time to back away from the computer. (Plus, hello, I really need to clean.) Hope your life is going swimmingly :)
PS: This look at the breastification of banner advertising for the online rpg Evony is a hootannahalf: http://americancopywriter.typepad.com/blog/2009/08/advertising-on-the-web-1.html
OK, really going now bye!