sweetest dreams
i need new friends. friends that i can go out with. i think i only have a handful. i didn't go out last weekend so i got excited for tonight that i was already spruced up as early as 6pm. ivan's at work and the rest i just dont know. so i just waited. i watched emperor's new groove, had dinner, went online and now im dang sleepy. this is one of the reasons why i want a boyfriend. so i could have someone i can go out with whenever and wherever. i hate that im sleepy at this hour. since i stopped dropping 2 weeks ago, sleep has been good to me. and i dont want it. i so wanna party tonight, gah. oh well, look on the bright side, money will be saved. more tabs for tomorrow, heh.
i also need new clothes.
and new additives for my dreams. i need five million tons of motivation and inspiration.
dream #1: to make my body worthy of your fantasy.
dream #2: ive been singing in my room while facing the mirror for too long. my imagination brings me to concerts and award shows. it's classic. i wannabe a singer. a songwriter. a famous popstar. i wannabe like justin timberlake. an openly gay one. im gonna be the next brian molko or rufus wainwright only more famous. i wanna receive an award and thank justin timberlake, smashing pumpkins, bjork, the strokes, stone temple pilots, weezer, coldplay, the get up kids, travis, tori amos, the hives, maxwell, trembling blue stars, vanessa paradis, thursday, le tigre, oasis, phantom planet, no doubt, mandy moore, our lady peace, juliana theory, goldfinger, madonna, ash, incubus, death cab for cutie, spice girls, super furry animals and kris aquino for inspiring me. i wannabe in the covers of vogue, i-D, the face and the rolling stones (with a very controversial cover).
now all i need is to close my eyes. goodnight, world.
i also need new clothes.
and new additives for my dreams. i need five million tons of motivation and inspiration.
dream #1: to make my body worthy of your fantasy.
dream #2: ive been singing in my room while facing the mirror for too long. my imagination brings me to concerts and award shows. it's classic. i wannabe a singer. a songwriter. a famous popstar. i wannabe like justin timberlake. an openly gay one. im gonna be the next brian molko or rufus wainwright only more famous. i wanna receive an award and thank justin timberlake, smashing pumpkins, bjork, the strokes, stone temple pilots, weezer, coldplay, the get up kids, travis, tori amos, the hives, maxwell, trembling blue stars, vanessa paradis, thursday, le tigre, oasis, phantom planet, no doubt, mandy moore, our lady peace, juliana theory, goldfinger, madonna, ash, incubus, death cab for cutie, spice girls, super furry animals and kris aquino for inspiring me. i wannabe in the covers of vogue, i-D, the face and the rolling stones (with a very controversial cover).
now all i need is to close my eyes. goodnight, world.