follow up on the american dreeeeam
i want to be rich, powerful, and influential (this is an epiphany i had while dumping five milliliters of mouse antibodies into a small plastic box, go figure). i want to go to the east coast, get a job at a nationally prestigious law firm, move my way up into the position of a full-time attorney so quickly that the newspaper knows my name before i get my first wrinkle. i want to help huge, profit-hungry corporations beat up on the little guy and make millions while creating an enormous, pretentious scene in a courtroom. i want to throw galas for politicians who don't need them. i want to be begged to show my face on meet the press and then make tv producers sweat over the controversial statements i make--make nbc, abc, and cnn panic because my ability to create controversy is equal to that of janet jackson's retarded nipple without even having to show them an elbow. eventually i will work my way up the political ladder and become appointed as a supreme court judge. i want to be the one judge that every congressman dreads because i can as easily take their buttfuck of a bill and shove it back in their face, as scratch my neck. if someone were to give me the choice of following this path or being a movie star rivaling nicole kidman, i would choose the former and spit on the latter. i don't want little pre-teens to know my name and make their worthless, trite judgements on me--i'd rather invade their brains as they enter college and have them disagree with every word that comes out of my mouth so i can argue with their views until they know that i'm right.
but hell, maybe i don't have what it takes to be either a movie star or a crazy-ass attorney/judge. in that case, i can always get three types of cancer, meanwhile contracting aids, survive, and then write a book.
but hell, maybe i don't have what it takes to be either a movie star or a crazy-ass attorney/judge. in that case, i can always get three types of cancer, meanwhile contracting aids, survive, and then write a book.