Yesterday was fun. I woke up bright and early (9 a.m), in order to purchase 2 tickets to that lovely Red Hot Chili Peppers concert at the Great Western Forum of Inglewood (or some shit like that). 150 dollars later I find myself broke (and sad to think that such a small transaction emptied my pockets) yet excited at the new objective I created for myself; to be as perfect as I could be in terms of my inner and outer being; Sensibly Healthy, Middle Class Wealthy, Socially Delectable, Creatively Original, and Heart. With my 5 powers combined, I am going to seduce Anthony Kiedis and smack the Asses of the Mars Volta. (just kidding. Though if I was gay, Id be all over that Red Hot Chili Pepper).
Anyhow, I seek perfection for a solitary girl. Ya, I know what youre thinking, why is he limiting himself to one girl and why isnt it me? Cry, tear, whine (The Zephyr song makes me emotional), I guess she just means the world to me (and other trite expressions of endearing love).
She just happens to be in the position of the girl I will do anything for. If you play your cards right though, you just might be able to sit in that pedestal. Unless youre a man
(thats not Anthony Kiedis).
If worst comes to worst, perhaps I can convince one of these SGs to take her place. Perhaps that formidable creature from Canada (Tea.). I give you small house and
American family. Me love you long time. Hah, I kid! Everyone knows that thats not how they really talk in Canada! (Shes so precious)
After that I went to work. Fuckin Best Buy. God I hate retail. Perhaps I should get a job that pays commission or reasonable wages that support the lifestyle Im accustomed too.
Nah.
I just hate work in general. All sales areas are dirty. From Rubys Diner, the Jedi Masters of the food industry, with their venomous Either Or statements, Do you want Curly fries or Onion Rings? (Neither bitch!); or those fools-mating-fuckers from Macys that try to sign you up for a credit card without proper consent, can I see your ID? I hate it all.
I cant wait till Im writing books and directing films, (my dream careers.)
Anyways, Im tired, so more on that later.
-Kaz
Anyhow, I seek perfection for a solitary girl. Ya, I know what youre thinking, why is he limiting himself to one girl and why isnt it me? Cry, tear, whine (The Zephyr song makes me emotional), I guess she just means the world to me (and other trite expressions of endearing love).
She just happens to be in the position of the girl I will do anything for. If you play your cards right though, you just might be able to sit in that pedestal. Unless youre a man
(thats not Anthony Kiedis).
If worst comes to worst, perhaps I can convince one of these SGs to take her place. Perhaps that formidable creature from Canada (Tea.). I give you small house and
American family. Me love you long time. Hah, I kid! Everyone knows that thats not how they really talk in Canada! (Shes so precious)
After that I went to work. Fuckin Best Buy. God I hate retail. Perhaps I should get a job that pays commission or reasonable wages that support the lifestyle Im accustomed too.
Nah.
I just hate work in general. All sales areas are dirty. From Rubys Diner, the Jedi Masters of the food industry, with their venomous Either Or statements, Do you want Curly fries or Onion Rings? (Neither bitch!); or those fools-mating-fuckers from Macys that try to sign you up for a credit card without proper consent, can I see your ID? I hate it all.
I cant wait till Im writing books and directing films, (my dream careers.)
Anyways, Im tired, so more on that later.
-Kaz