fuck being sad. i want to be self destructively, irrationally content.
i don't want to nail my ivy league degree on the wall of my fucking corner office. i don't want to drive a bentley or live in brentwood. i don't need to be rich, famous or beautiful. i don't want to go to hollywood premieres or buy big tits to wear under expensive dresses. i don't need to be wined, dined or 69d.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown papper packages tied up with strings....these are a few of my favorite things..............
cheer me up you bastards, tell me what makes you happy.
things make me
:
i have $36 dollars in my bank account, & i'll spend it all on weed and mochi balls. i live in a crap 1 room apartment. i cook 3 meals a day. i don't go out to restaraunts or see movies in the theatre. i cut coupons on sundays. i'm.broke.as.fuck.
and that is fabulous by me. i dont need money clout or mass appeal.
getting paid to put my words on paper is what makes me happy.
also...
when people read my writing
pj's lyrics
bora bora
the real 7 posse
everytime i look down at teh shitty boot & see where yaz wrote "out of commission" & the retard mural
smelling the ocean when i wake up
hearing the waves while i fall asleep
english accents
reading poe & listening to the cure....(
...stolen idea from 
)
postmodernist literature and its implications on societal hierarchies and human communication
the fact that george tenet resigned...
being a fekking geek
reading
& of course, most importantly- my sister...and the deliciously retarded and immature photoshop projects she makes me when im sad just because she knows that they will make me smile....see my pics
i don't want to nail my ivy league degree on the wall of my fucking corner office. i don't want to drive a bentley or live in brentwood. i don't need to be rich, famous or beautiful. i don't want to go to hollywood premieres or buy big tits to wear under expensive dresses. i don't need to be wined, dined or 69d.
Raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens. Bright copper kettles and warm woolen mittens. Brown papper packages tied up with strings....these are a few of my favorite things..............
cheer me up you bastards, tell me what makes you happy.
things make me
:
i have $36 dollars in my bank account, & i'll spend it all on weed and mochi balls. i live in a crap 1 room apartment. i cook 3 meals a day. i don't go out to restaraunts or see movies in the theatre. i cut coupons on sundays. i'm.broke.as.fuck.
and that is fabulous by me. i dont need money clout or mass appeal.
getting paid to put my words on paper is what makes me happy.
also...
when people read my writing
pj's lyrics
bora bora
the real 7 posse
everytime i look down at teh shitty boot & see where yaz wrote "out of commission" & the retard mural
smelling the ocean when i wake up
hearing the waves while i fall asleep
english accents
reading poe & listening to the cure....(
...stolen idea from )
postmodernist literature and its implications on societal hierarchies and human communication
the fact that george tenet resigned...
being a fekking geek
reading
& of course, most importantly- my sister...and the deliciously retarded and immature photoshop projects she makes me when im sad just because she knows that they will make me smile....see my pics
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Alf makes me happy. Cause who didn't love that show? And when he made the comeback getting work with that collect call thing, I was so happy, I thought they might bring the show back. I heard he is in rehab though with Scott Weiland.
[Edited on Jun 04, 2004 6:10PM]