Pirate skulls and bones, Sticks and stones and weed and bombs

Now there’s some poetry for you.

M.I.A’s new song. Paper Planes.
Thoughts? I kinda dig the song, but I’m unsure of what her point is.
Look above for video.

Last night I had a dream, that someone broke into my car that was parked on my drive way, and threw all the contents of my purse on the ground. Obviously this would piss me off, but the worst part was that they stole all of my credit cards, and personal identification cards. Assholes. They did happen to leave my Starbucks cards that I just got as gifts, and the gift certificate I bought for my mum yesterday. Ha. I guess my dream thief had a heart. There is no moral to this story.

Ashley just came to visit me at work and brought me a present! Yey. Not about the present part, obviously, that she came to see me before she goes back to sunny Florida! Good friends are hard to some by I tell ya. Anyways I was beyond busy today. The lawyer I work with thinks that a few days off for Christmas is the end of the world, and that we are not returning back to work ever again. Freak.

JANET: Have you figured out where we’re eating tonight? I don’t feel like seeing anyone. Have you been to Czehoskis?

GARE: I’m sorry for being such a prude. The word *#@k scares me. I wish it didn’t but it does.

Jessica