Jealousy, turning saints into the sea

I'm currently addicted to this song by The Killers called Mr. Brightside, or as I would call it, "paranoia takes over and inspires a song with an addictively repetitive tune and rhythm"

Now they're going to bed
And my stomach is sick
And it's all in my head
But she's touching his chest now

anywayz, in other news, Daniela Hantuchova just took a thrashing from a Russian in the Sydney international tennis tourney... Damn, and I thought she was starting to turn her game around. Guess I'm just gonna have to wait a few more weeks before I start celebrating the epiphany of her old form.



now isn't that a shame...