inspiration needed...

Cars. Clothes. Shoes. Cds. Mp3s. News. Bitchy. Scandalous. Nonsense. Rides. Pimps. Sluts. Dudes. Dance. Drink. Smoke. Sleep.

i lack inspiration to write anything substantial (imho) nowadays. Even choking on furballs doesn't make me any more inspired than i am now. Going through a list of what's gng thru my mind, i draw a blank. i like to be rather chill-out these days. a sign of the times??? i'm still a closet pop songs / rapper-wannabe in my car. But Jamie Callum now works just fine tooo... especially in putting me to sleep.

i'm chatting with Ben, (yes mr old fogey). i wanted to be my bitchy self and share some juicy gossips. Then it got out of hand... dammit.
Ben : the new sheperd got caught in bed naked with the chinchilla.
Me : frigging thing... is that the chinperd grew up and got it on with the poodle next door...The poodle got a gang who wants it to be pure-blood... beat up the chinperd. And one other poodle got on with the alleged poodle..
Ben : man, you are on a roll here!

I am sure that totally caught you off guard. But it's so darn interesting at 3am that we have to just continue the storyline.
dammit... i shld jus go sleep.. and forget about writing.