Jan 25 2008

Amy Winehouse’s Rehab Diary, Day 1

amywinehouse

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.