Amy Winehouse’s Rehab Diary, Day 1
Dear Diary:
Bloody fuckin’ hell my head hurts. Cheeky attendant keeps humming that bloody Alanis Morrisette song whenever he comes in to take my vitals.
“Isn’t it ironic?” YES, I GET THE FUCKIN’ JOKE, IT’S FUCKIN’ IRONIC ME BEIN’ HERE. And YES, I know the meaning of “ironic” unlike some poxy Canadians. I’m pretty fuckin’ clever, you must admit. I am the one who wrote ” Thinking on you in the final throes/This is when my buzzer goes”– C’mon, that’s witty AND sexy AND it rhymes!
NOW FUCK OFF! Useless wanker. And bring me my cigs.
Amy, but it’s also ironic that you’re living out your songs. From blonde you’ve gone Back to Black and talk about living out Rehab - I say NO, NO, NO.
Comment by Annie Mole — January 26, 2008 @ 12:25 am