Let Me Borrow That Top

It is 1:20 AM Pacific Standard Time. I am listening to "Let Me Borrow That Top" by Kelly and I will continue to listen to it on repeat until I a) go insane or b) finish writing a blog entry.
"Fuck you! Fuck you fat bitch! You're a fact fucking bitch because you won't let me borrow that fucking top! Bitch...bitch" oh shit I must have fucked up the repeat because "Because of You" by Kelly Clarkson started playing.
Ok, I fixed it.
Anyway, just finished watching "City of God" with Adam, Owen, and Yager. I'm trying to think of something not too "hippy" to write to sum up my feelings about that movie but the only thing in my head is "That's such a cute top. That's a cute top. I wanna borrow it."
I don't think I can do this. I'm only on listen number three and I already kind of want to throw my computer off the balcony. I figured out how to set it so it just repeats one song. I kind of feel like that kid in lost, you know that boyfriend of Alex, the semi-cute semi horse-looking daughter of Ben, that was tied down in a room forced to listen to horrible music and look at strange pictures a la Clockwork Orange.
Jesus Christ it never ends. Listen number four. This is weak though if I really want to go insane I should listen to this song for at least 24 hours. You really need to download this song to appreciate it. My thighs are sweating slightly. My room is a dump. the only thing it really has going for it is the Seth Cohen poster. Most of the room is devoted to a small nest of dirty clothes, golf clubs, and an orange sherbet colored chair that I took from Hall Health.
I have a single bed.
Song of the Day: Daniel by Elton John
Like of the Day: oh god this has to stop, i'm so close, it just started playing for a sixth time. Like of the Day is dsfadjskfdasjklf;dslfkaj
Hate of the Day: "Aren't we friends. Aren't we friends. So...what's the problem? Let me borrow that top."