Pop The Glock
Hey motherfuckers.
It's been about a week since you've heard from 'ol Chris. Why? Just because.
I'm starting to get used to my hair now. People seem to dig it. They say that I look a lot better. I don't know how to take that, but I guess it's a compliment, heh. Nah, I feel them. But of course I will grow my hair back. I feel less rocked out. And that's just bad for everyone
EVEN YOU
Me and Jessica have a date on Saturday. I am really excited. I hope it happens. If it doesn't, I think it's safe to say that I will be disappointed. Because, of course, it would be totally out of line and absurd for me to be actually mad about that, now isn't it?
Today was interesting. Me, Todd and Mike (and Mike's crew, consisting of DT and Ryan) went to Rachel's for lunch. For those not in the know, Rachel's is a strip club. Yep...I pulled the Chris Rock joke of eating in a strip club. it was pretty cool. Mike got me a tablle dance (lapdances are forbidden in that place, as well as Orlando being a pasty or tape required boob zone...lame). Since I have nvever been in a strip club, I was like a fucking deer in headlights. You would think I would be more rock n roll about it. Damn haircut...
May or may not go to the Haven tonight. I am kinda in the mood for just chilling out (when am I not in that mood these days?). We shall see I guess.
Seems like everyone wants to move. Jessica is moving to Chicago, Jess my roommate wants all of us to migrate to Vancouver. We shall see if that happens too. Maybe I should move to LA and the band thing could grow. Maybe Paris, where the electronica scene that I adore so much is in full swing. Fuck, how am I supposed to know. Im 27. Shouldn't I have figured it all out by now?
Ohhhh, do you know....and do you care?
P.S. A perm + a tight rock tee + a european leather racing jacket + a glammed out belt + tight black jeans + high heeled zipped boots = Aristocratic Chic
DO YOU LOVE IT?
DOESN'T MATTER/ I DO. And that's obviously where it's at.
It's been about a week since you've heard from 'ol Chris. Why? Just because.
I'm starting to get used to my hair now. People seem to dig it. They say that I look a lot better. I don't know how to take that, but I guess it's a compliment, heh. Nah, I feel them. But of course I will grow my hair back. I feel less rocked out. And that's just bad for everyone
EVEN YOU
Me and Jessica have a date on Saturday. I am really excited. I hope it happens. If it doesn't, I think it's safe to say that I will be disappointed. Because, of course, it would be totally out of line and absurd for me to be actually mad about that, now isn't it?
Today was interesting. Me, Todd and Mike (and Mike's crew, consisting of DT and Ryan) went to Rachel's for lunch. For those not in the know, Rachel's is a strip club. Yep...I pulled the Chris Rock joke of eating in a strip club. it was pretty cool. Mike got me a tablle dance (lapdances are forbidden in that place, as well as Orlando being a pasty or tape required boob zone...lame). Since I have nvever been in a strip club, I was like a fucking deer in headlights. You would think I would be more rock n roll about it. Damn haircut...
May or may not go to the Haven tonight. I am kinda in the mood for just chilling out (when am I not in that mood these days?). We shall see I guess.
Seems like everyone wants to move. Jessica is moving to Chicago, Jess my roommate wants all of us to migrate to Vancouver. We shall see if that happens too. Maybe I should move to LA and the band thing could grow. Maybe Paris, where the electronica scene that I adore so much is in full swing. Fuck, how am I supposed to know. Im 27. Shouldn't I have figured it all out by now?
Ohhhh, do you know....and do you care?
P.S. A perm + a tight rock tee + a european leather racing jacket + a glammed out belt + tight black jeans + high heeled zipped boots = Aristocratic Chic
DO YOU LOVE IT?
DOESN'T MATTER/ I DO. And that's obviously where it's at.