Life. Life. I wanna have a life.
That's my song.
I will make millions from it.
I want a guitar but I need a bed first. That's irritating. Maybe I should pick up extra shifts. And also not nickle and dime myself on books, magazines, movies and cds again. It's SO HARD NOT TO. Coffee as well. Grrr. I've been so spoiled going to Stumptown so much lately. My home french press with Starbucks coffee will taste like dirt now. GRRRRRR!! I feel cranky. Maybe it's the heat. Either way. I'm tired of not having a bed and not owning a musical instrument.