Usually when I waste 45 minutes procrastinating on the internet, I give myself a hell of a self-flagellation that typically doubles as another 45 minutes of procrastination. Not this time! I just spent 45 minutes on Incredibox (go to it here!!!), and I deem every nanosecond of it a success. I have made several fantastic songs, and been romantically involved (in my imagination) with at least four of these French musicians. Because after all, I like my men like I like my coffee: skinny, sallow, sleep-deprived and sexily disinterested in their own creative abilities.
It sort of applies to coffee too. Shut up. Did you at least like the alliteration?