every year i watch for awards season, every year i feel that the wrong people win, every year it ends up being a waste of my time.
but the golden globes are tomorrow, my friend. and the half-plastic, beautiful, red-carpet walkers are so, so manipulating.
i can't shake the feelin'
i can't shake the feelin'
i can't shake the feelin'
the people are afraid.
but you don't need to explain the situation.
i understand. i understand. i understand.
dimanche 14 janvier 2007
chose not to change