And that text-message (please note that the juvenile accent is just a mockery, my friend Rod and I talk like that, and not because is like kewl) explains the story of my cheese cake. It turned out like an ice-cream-like key-lime pie. It's like vanilla ice cream that tastes like key-lime pie, with a bottom of bread that grew too much in the oven. It tastes good, though. I mean, it tastes like an ice-creamy key-lime pie...Gosh, didn't I say that already?

Aerosmith was on the newspaper yesterday. It's a sign of the times to come...because I mean, they haven't been on the newspaper (a decent picture-and-article type of thing) for ages. I rearranged all of the scraps I have of them...now that time has passed, they make a good pile. I didn't remember I started saving the news since 1997 (the year I became a fan). When I looked at the date of one scrap, september 1997, I could almost heard my 1997 self saying: think of the memories this will bring in a few years. "Steven Tyler sues ex-wife over pornographic pictures on book". Oh, yeah, good times...

Well, I'm watching channel 23 (which is actually channel 95), The Classics, hoping some Beatles video will come on (God, why are they mixing the Spiderman 2 trailer with an 80s song?...they have good, rare videos -who remembers Michael Bolton or Heaven is a place on earth nowadays?-, but they should get their act together, seriously), so...so long or something.

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