Is this the life I am destined to lead? I could be DOING things right now. I could be writing a movie right now or painting my Mona Lisa or writing some abstract poems about oranges.
But I sit here, with my pants unbuttoned and my stomach full of udon noodles, listening to this song on repeat and looking through the Facebook photo albums of people I don't even know.
Somewhat ironically, it's times like these when I start to really reevaluate shit. I don't care if I'm so drunk I can't walk or if I'm hotboxing Nikki's car; those are moments to be treasured and looked upon with fondness and nostalgia in my later years, when I am wrinkly and likely to have a slightly fuzzy chin. It's nights like this -- at home at nine thirty, chillin my deceased grandpa's finest cashmere sweater -- that I feel I am most wasting my life away.
Man, I really wish I just had unlimited amounts of money. Then I could give a lot of it away and feel like I've done a Meaningful Thing and not feel guilty for spending most of my night photoshopping my face into the Flight of the Conchords poster.
-- Lucy
agreed
ReplyDeleteps; okay...there are two members of flight of the conchords...which one are you pasting your face in for?...and who is the other person....?