I don't know what to do about you....

Jul 27, 2003 09:47

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry that sometimes I'm such a selfish jerk. I'm sorry I sometimes take you for granted and expect you to be there every minute of the day. I'm sorry that I have no life besides you; you ARE my life. I'm sorry that I don't have money to take you places, and I'm sorry my band sucks and we're not making it as quickly as we wanted to.

I got a call from one of the places I applied to for a job. It's one of those secondhand CD stores. They told me I've got the job. I'm going to look real cute, a former pop star, selling secondhand CDs. I just fucking pray they don't have any Moffatts CDs, because I'll crawl under a rock and die. So, yeah. Scott Moffatt broke down and got a real job. A shitty, minimum wage job, mind you. But whatever. The Boston Post is going to make it and then I can quit this job that I hate before I've even been to it. I was not born to work retail. I was born to be a rockstar. To live fast, party hard and die young.
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