You know, it takes a village to raise a child.
Last night, just like every other Saturday was chock-full of drama. Reviewing last night in hind-sight, as all the other Saturday nights that came before it, I've come to the conclusion that the better part of my whole life is nothing but complicated mess and drama. Oh, and the occasional sex proposal. Which, by the way, I never par take in. Well, not NEVER but you know...
Anywho, in the middle of my second Zima and grenadine I looked at my surroundings and I had to wonder how long will things be this way? I mean, I got gay boys to my left, gay boys to my right, and three dykes with Calvin Kline's poking out of the top of of their "raver" Khaki's in front of me, with one HANDSOME Brad approaching me with yet another zima. Is he TRYING to get me drunk? Hope not, cause I'm pretty sure he knows I'm driving... nope, it's for him. Oh, but last night I found a flaw-- his wardrobe. EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! BRAD SMITH ISN'T PERFECT AFTER ALL! The clothes definitely have to go. I think I'll start a collection in his honor. You know, something catchy sounding... The Brad Smith "Attire for the Attractive" Foundation or something. Or maybe I should lure him to the GAP with a piece of cheese, slap a $100 in his hand and turn him loose. That way, I can get him in at least one decent coordinating outfit. *sigh* what to do, what to do?
And I really don't think being pulled over by the COPS (*sings* Watcha gonna do?) is a picnic for anyone. Yes, that's right... Kentucky 5-0 was all up on my case at 4:15 in the am. Sobriety check and all. And since when does it take TWO cops cars to pull over one car. It's not like we were speeding we were doing 35mph for fuck's sake. Oh well, whatever. I'm tired... i think all the typing did it. Chelsea OUt.
Anywho, in the middle of my second Zima and grenadine I looked at my surroundings and I had to wonder how long will things be this way? I mean, I got gay boys to my left, gay boys to my right, and three dykes with Calvin Kline's poking out of the top of of their "raver" Khaki's in front of me, with one HANDSOME Brad approaching me with yet another zima. Is he TRYING to get me drunk? Hope not, cause I'm pretty sure he knows I'm driving... nope, it's for him. Oh, but last night I found a flaw-- his wardrobe. EXTRA! EXTRA! READ ALL ABOUT IT! BRAD SMITH ISN'T PERFECT AFTER ALL! The clothes definitely have to go. I think I'll start a collection in his honor. You know, something catchy sounding... The Brad Smith "Attire for the Attractive" Foundation or something. Or maybe I should lure him to the GAP with a piece of cheese, slap a $100 in his hand and turn him loose. That way, I can get him in at least one decent coordinating outfit. *sigh* what to do, what to do?
And I really don't think being pulled over by the COPS (*sings* Watcha gonna do?) is a picnic for anyone. Yes, that's right... Kentucky 5-0 was all up on my case at 4:15 in the am. Sobriety check and all. And since when does it take TWO cops cars to pull over one car. It's not like we were speeding we were doing 35mph for fuck's sake. Oh well, whatever. I'm tired... i think all the typing did it. Chelsea OUt.