Empty Biscuit Can

You know how sometimes you're just simply uninspired to blog about anything, even though you have like a million and one thoughts fluffing in your head every second. And it gets really frustrating to rewrite and write the same sentence over and over again, because you just can't seems to get it right somehow. This is just so irritating. And to know that british glamour model jordan aka katie price can write a handful of books with an ounceful of brains makes it even more annoying. Forgive me if i'm sounding like a prune but she's a airhead with an empty biscuit can as brains and missile as boobs, so how is it that i'm the one having a blogger's block then? Or is there something missing here? Am i even more of a walking airhead than her? Could it be that underneath my exterior of sheer confident and intelligent lies a himbo is disguise? Am i channeling pete andre then? Oh, this is bad! And if this goes on any longer, i'll be better off at a bar drinking my life away. Shit! This is even worst than watching japanese game show on sunday afternoon. Argh!!!

Oh by the way, saw stardust the other night. It was a bomb. Go watch it. If its not for its stupendous special effect and witty storyline, than just freaking damn watch it for charlie cox as he's looking crazy hot and sporting some deliciously dangerous lips in the movie. He's a cutie patootie! And ya, claire danes and michelle something was in it too...