Random Thoughts on a Warm Saturday Night

   It’s too hot (and I’m feeling too lazy) to do any real work tonight, so instead I will jot down the random musings in my head. Viva procrastination!

   First up… I have a newfound appreciation for Dido’s Thank You. Tonight, I found the song to be hauntingly beautiful, the music video to be simply enrapturing (the final scene of her walking away with her few meager possessions — including the hair dryer — is artistically divine), and lest I forget, Ms. Dido herself looks pre-e-e-e-e-ty hot. It’s not Pussycat Dolls-hot or Holly Valance-hot (otherwise known as “slutty hot”), but more of a girl-next-door hot whom you wouldn’t mind bringing home to meet your parents (well, maybe not MY parents… although I might do it for the humour value).

this is delicious dido!

   (but am I the only person to think of “dildo” every time I see her name? Nahh… couldn’t be)

   Is it a coincidence that the events of September 11th spells out 911, the emergency number? ‘em terrorists sure have a freaky sense of coincidence… or is there a deeper meaning to it?

   Women’s thongs. Isn’t it uncomfortable for that tiny, floss-like piece of cloth being stuck between your butt cheeks all day? Yes, I admit the whole ensemble looks very hot, I’m just wondering about *that* particular factoid. The depths in which women will torture themselves to look good amuses me.

   Are there any stripper clubs in Malaysia? Hey, even a Coyote Ugly-esque bar will do. Is there a point in having strippers anyway? You spend good money on something you cannot touch (we assume the place is well-regulated), so at the end of the night you’ll end up immensely horny; if you don’t have a girlfriend, it’s either hiring hookers, or a date with Mrs. Palm; on the other hand, if you *do* have a girlfriend, then what are the chances she’s gonna let you get any after she finds out you burnt a week’s paycheck on looking at nekkid ladies? Ah, the paradox of Human Civilization.