Placebo est Placebo mon.

my brohters' little friend is here more than i care for. honestly, it is as if his own folks don't want him at home. and we do? ah, i can't speak for my whole family, but i am pretty annoyed. i've never been nicer, however; no one will hear a complaint from me.

almost died from riding home with Hardy. how in the Hell she managed to drive on the wrong side of the highway, i will never know, but a head on collision would have been most unfortunate after the team lost the game. remember whilst driving, you should never be able to see the backs of signs when the road you are driving on has a white line down the center. there, i've saved a life.

there's nothing here, but what here's mine... i've given up on people and am starkly alone; i can count mes copains on my thumbs. loving what brian molko is singing, though. i can't truthfully say that i am regretful of my situation. time has blown me here too many times before. i should really just fall accustomed to this. i am going to be the best alone person that i know how to be.

mike, go home.