head trip

i hate taking a step back and looking at my life and thinking to myself, "oh that's just great i've become a sad pathetic stereotypical character that belongs on the latest season of the real world. yeah, that's just great."

if you could crawl inside my head. and really the question is, why would want to? but hey let's say you're bored on a week night (because the trip really doesn't warrant* the price of an oh so important weekend day) so yeah, you're bored and it's a tuesday and all your laundry is done and you say, "hey i feel like crawling inside of j's head." well, all you'd hear is ringside's "tired of being sorry" on a continuous loop. and hey, you might even catch me doing a booty shake to said song. you really never know. things get crazy around here.

*speaking of warrant. you know that one hit wonder metal/hair band from the eighties. "she's my cherry pie" and all that? yeah, well the lead singer attended my high school. yeah, we're ever so proud.