All those motherfuckers with their motherfucking boyfriends and motherfucking girlfriends (except of course for you, Kelly Carlin, and probably Jessica[oh, and excuse the "motherfucker"s]). UUUGH.
You yellow-bellied jerkfaces, with your hand-holding and your nose-kissing, are purposely trying to make me feel like a lesser human being. Ugh! And those KAY commercials. Recently, I was gag-ing after the "every kiss begins with Kay" jingle and my mother said "You're just jealous." Well thanks a lot, Annn. Thanks for pointing that out. But even while those commercials are filled with excessive, unrealistic cheesy-ness, I am still extremely jealous. I don't hold any personal animosity towards Kay Jewlers or those love-sick kids at school. It's just that I'm so jealous it makes me sick.
The only remedy for such sickness is turning on some music and day dreaming about all of the beautiful and famous people I will one day meet, like Andrew VanWyngarden and Julian Casablancas, and my 25th high school reunion where I will stick my toungue out--no, that's childish--where I will secretly scoff at all my fellow adults and the now grown-up boys who ignored me in class and say "ha!"
But meanwhile, this growing dissatisfaction with my life is making me so sick and tired that I want to sleep and puke at the same time. My life is so unentertaining that I'm forced to think about the most mundane things.
I've been reading Love is a Mixtape though, and it's made me realize how fun loving music is and how comforting it is to count yourself among the music lovers and fans.
I've been downloading a TON of music lately. Music off the internet. I didn't realize how much free music there is. I just go on these sites like NME.com and download song after song. I don't know how legal this is, but I don't really care. I owe over $100 if it's not.
Jeez. I haven't typed in awhile.
No comments:
Post a Comment