AT THIRTY-SOMETHING AND STILL NO PLACE I'D RATHER BE...
...i've sported yet another mellow faze...a spur of the moment silence of seagulls swimming in my head over lost highways, burnt pizza, erased dreams, hypnotic hips and how many times i can hit the snooze button before the world shuts off...
...ah...and some days...feels like i've time traveled across the board of Monopoly...the start is always February and to spin around in circles so many times, feel docked= out of the equation...
...once thought that when ya hit 30, was the beginning of a slow and sudden death and i might have to spend time talking to old ladies and give into those weird shaped guys who talk a lot about sports and drive husky automobiles and lick the suburbia life-styles still listening to crap songs by bands like Journey...
...all those leisure suits and pics of the kids plastered on the wall: still makes me a little ill...a girl-friend at the small of age of 19 is dreaming of kids...the whole nine-yards...and next year she'll be married and showing off little bald-headed innocents to make us all feel mad...
...keep trying to tell these girls: wait until you're 50, then you can get married...i mean, what's so exciting about being boring?
...i've sported yet another mellow faze...a spur of the moment silence of seagulls swimming in my head over lost highways, burnt pizza, erased dreams, hypnotic hips and how many times i can hit the snooze button before the world shuts off...
...ah...and some days...feels like i've time traveled across the board of Monopoly...the start is always February and to spin around in circles so many times, feel docked= out of the equation...
...once thought that when ya hit 30, was the beginning of a slow and sudden death and i might have to spend time talking to old ladies and give into those weird shaped guys who talk a lot about sports and drive husky automobiles and lick the suburbia life-styles still listening to crap songs by bands like Journey...
...all those leisure suits and pics of the kids plastered on the wall: still makes me a little ill...a girl-friend at the small of age of 19 is dreaming of kids...the whole nine-yards...and next year she'll be married and showing off little bald-headed innocents to make us all feel mad...
...keep trying to tell these girls: wait until you're 50, then you can get married...i mean, what's so exciting about being boring?
It was nice to meet you the other night, excuse me if I was caught off guard, you are only the 3rd person who has called me out in the 'real world' for being who i am here....
it still surprises me at times.