Corina and I were supposed to get the keys to our apartment last night, but that just did not happen. I was rather ticked, though Corina was pretty much devastated by this. The landlord had said he would drop the keys by last night, but not until 9 or later. He had to go to his sons soccer game and then he would try and drop them off. He left that opening in his statement that he may not make it over last night, and that was just what happened. Garr. Corina still hasn’t seen the apartment, so she is whigging out about the whole thing. She’s seen the identical apartment above it, but not the one we are moving into. We will have the keys tonight for sure, so I’m looking forward to that.

Anyways…
I think the election of the new Her Royal Thighness the III was a travesty. Lindsay Lohan isn’t half the woman Elisha Cuthbert is. Oh well, to each their own.

I had a chance to catch I Want To Be A Hilton last night given I wasn’t moving. What a load of trash. It was terribly amusing, mainly in that trainwreck kinda way. Why the hell would that chick think she could save her own ass by singing? Most of the people on that show had to sniff glue of some sort. I don’t think you could even aspire to be that stupid.

Here’s a random mp3 for y’all. I ran across this song ages ago when I was in high school. There was this girl who had this import NOW music compilation(not the shitty Canadian and American versions) that was loaded with lots of good and proper British tunes on it. Enjoy.
Skunk Anansie – Hedonism

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