someody's waiting for me at home!!!

Playing: The Walkmen - Little House of Savages
Currently: bopping my head

God help me, I can’t make myself care about FPJ’s death. When I first heard about his stroke and subsequent hospitalization, I thought it was some kind of crapped up showbiz-political ploy to somehow get ERAP out of his gilded-cage confinement. Like ERAP would come up with a broken-finger story and get himself hospitalized too. And then they’d end up sharing the same suite (because an ordinary hospital room would never do for ERAP... or for FPJ for that matter). And then FPJ would trade places with ERAP. I like to indulge errant, senseless thoughts in the hope that they evolve and become legitimate (or at the very least, valid; no, at the very, very least, logical) ideas. You win some, you lose some?

But anyway, FPJ. I don’t get it. So he’s dead. Is the country that starved for a hero? I’m sure there’s a bigger picture here, tucked somewhere in the armpit of FPJ’s corpse. But I don’t see it.

Changing lines of thought: to iRiver or to iPod? It’s a dilemma.