Gimme Less/Tears of an Uptight Clown

A couple of random weeks have come to a close, so I'd thought I'd try to make sense of them through the power of pop culture.

I've been feeling very lazy lately.
My university assignments are getting done at the last minute, my personal filing system (usually immaculate) is all over the place, my stuff in storage is probably growing an extra leg from the mould growing inside. In other words, it's not pretty. So I've decided to take the advice of one Ms Tyra Banks:



A friend turned around to me at a party a few weeks ago and asked why I don't smile any more.



At the time, I had a very bad case of some virus and it was a struggle to just be at this event, let alone giggle away all the time. I didn't want to say anything about it, but the comment did get under my skin.
I guess it comes down to me taking myself a little too seriously lately. It's time to allow me to laugh at myself. Weird to admit it, though.

I'm not sure that I'm ready for a relationship, but I'm really sick of meeting idiots.
I guess it would be the feeling that Amy Winehouse would have if she woke up to her husband's drug spiral. Or Kate Moss.



Thank fuck I'm not in love, though.



Maybe I need to hang out at some more (even just slightly more) intelligent parties or something. And stay away from London. (I think that advice is equally valid for Mr Doherty, FYI.)

On a vaguely related note, I could be off on a weird tangent here, but don't you think that it's pretty much a given that the Moss/Doherty and Winehouse/Fielder-Civil relationships will only end with the (fatal) overdose of one of the partners?

Morbid thought, though.

Right, I'm off to laugh at the sorry state of my poor fridge.

[Perez Hilton: We Just Can't Get Enough]
[Able & Baker: Run on Fun]
[Mollygood: Drinkin' and Snortin' and Fightin']
[Best Week Ever: ICYMI: Pete Doherty & Kate Moss Still Video Documenting their Mutual Love of Drugs]