Void where applicable: Well I guess I have to go through the arduous task of cancelling a plane ticket. I guess it was just a silly notion anyway. Bret Easton Ellis is right; romance is dead. I suppose I could just fly to Paris and over-dose on pills while drinking vintage Dom Perignon while smoking a red and gold Dream cigarette (it's always how I've imagined myself going out)....then again, maybe there is something romantic about the world after all.