Help me think

Of something new. Something true. Today was full of nothing, another wasted day.

Paris Hilton singing. Good Christ, she's so talented. Poor Hugh, having to listen to that off-key warbling skank.

Damn Mark Urchenko. I can't beat him at "Galaca" -- a Galaga-inspired ripoff. I only got to 18th level, a feeble 96,730 points. Tuh.

Dead Man/500 Miles. Jim Jarmusch is probably puking right now.