so my douchebag drunk-as-fuck roomate is standing in front of me and my other roomate telling us that we're spoiled fuck-ups and I'm a hollywood whore. thankfully he's moving out within the next week.
I think I might be staying in london for my birthday weekend...not sure
dear billy corgan, stop lying to everyone and admit that the smashing pumpkins never came back and you're just using the name to sell your born-again christian propoganda and your latest ho-hum record.
also wondering if I should come up for my birthday. anybody gonna be home that weekend?