Fleeting moment of self-awareness today:
We accept living in relative poverty and chic-bleak surroundings because we have something that no Escalade-driving middle aged real-estate agent has: youth. It is a constant source of strength, smugness, and justification for our bohemian existence. It is our priceless and fragile commodity.
7 comments:
I think "moment of self-awareness" translates to moment of amaretto sour. But hey, many great philosohpical musings have been born of a drunken stupor. Loves!
I wish my boyfriend wasn't such a slutty tramp. Loves.
Wait, you wish i was NOT a slutty tramp? Jessica! Cancel my "appointments" for this evening. Ed said NOT a slutty tramp!
Haha. You're sleeping on the couch Slutty-Mc-Trampy-pants.
An amaretto sour? That's SO drag queen. However, if it lifts you so, you should have ten.
Slutty tramp boyfriends...Why you'd be given the key to The City here. We really must host you.
*yawn*
what's up hooker!?
lovies!!
Post a Comment