aj_paradiselost

Right now I'm just having a few beers thinking about how I would Fucking Love to get a new job. Sid and Nancy is on the Television. I own the movie but I still can't stop watching it when it is on. I think the premise of Sid's life and the film is enough for anyone to appreciate. Well unless your a fucking jock, Four by four pick up driver, or an up and coming Lawyer.
My cat Siouxsie Sioux refused to have her picture taken and when I tried to insist she came at me with a knife but thats okay. I'm sure she'll need her litter box cleaned out soon and when she does BOY, the begging is going to really start then.
I woke up the other night from haning out with my girlfriends and my goddamn arm was killing me. Later on I remembered the Italian chick with the breasts at the bar. I was talking with some friends. I didn't notice her. She says in my left ear " I bet you like Pain" then she bit the fuck out of my left arm. Two days later its still sore, fuck it, some people live thier whole lives and never get bit by strange chicks in bars. The expierience just adds for me to have one more thing to remember and smile about when I am on my death bed one day. If I get a death bed and not one of those fucked up unpredicted deaths.
Some of you know what I'm talking about when a friend or I loved one says goodbye and you don't realize its the last time you see thier smile or drunken wave farewell. I know alot about drunken smiles, I do them quite often. Yeah yeah, life is great but reality sucks, beer is the cure, but the Cure is not as great as beer. L8er. Oh and by the way, Sid Vicious, my primary Icon next to Glenn Danzig and Billy Idol, will never grow old. Are you a Badass? Next time you are at the bar toast one for Sid Vicious fuckerssssssssssssssssssss.