InsaneJournal

Current mood:	crushed
Current music:	Surprisingly, not Tori Amos.

Come back, Tori Amos!
I woke up this morning absolutely salivating over the thought of a Red Stripe. There are a couple of problems with that. First, it was 7:20 in the morning and that is not beer time. Second, I have yet to find Red Stripe here. A plethora of Canadian beers, yes, but no Red Stripe. Oh, Canada. You are not Jamaica.

I had a dream I was trying to make Tori Amos fall in love with me because I was wearing an awesome t-shirt. But I drove her away by talking about eating babies. Her last words were, "Oh, just leave me alone, weirdo!" Come back, Tori. I don't really eat babies. I might say that I could just eat them up, but it's a figure of speech. I love babies. Just not for dinner.