It's only Thursday, people. You still have 1 1/2 more days of this bullshit.
You know what? I don't like Jack Johnson. He's like, that type of guy that wears Hawaiian print shorts and flip flops with a hoodie that holds his neon green bong and some mudcaked, suede-bottomed Jansport from 10th grade. He has enough fratitude to be in a frat, but he's not in one. And on top of that, all of his songs sound the same. You like one, you like them all because they are a continuation of the first. I do not like any.
So I finally got to look at the pictures of Tom Ford's last run as Gucci's Creative head, and although almost no one aboard this Diaryland ship gives two frying fig newtons, it was a spectacular show. Now he's living in NM.
*gasp* Maybe I'll see him.
2004-02-26 | 10:13 a.m.
