So. Buttons.
life is throwing me so many curve balls right now. and lets be real...tranny doesn't like baseball.
I wish my mom had robbed a bank when she was younger...and got away with it..and invested her stolen money into something...something people invest their stolen money into and create more money? Russian Mafia stock?
well wait...who am I kidding, shed totally not give me any stolen cash and or invested Russian mafia cash...shes totally like that. but whatever. meh.
i have a closet full of designer clothes, shoes, purses, a wonderful fiance-ish, and an uber rad family...ish and I'm still not satisfied. I don't understand myself sometimes. I really would like to know what its going to take to make myself satisfied. I assume the answer involves millions of dollars. Millions owned and millions spent.
I really want to be in like a band or something. I love going to shows...watching the artists get into is so cool...the rush they must feel has to be amazing. Maybe even better than meth. So I need to get my hands on said rush...because drugs are boring. I think I might actually be satisfied if I was in a kick ass band. I don't need to be the head. I can like...rock out on a bass...and totally manage to snag as much spotlight as needed because lets be real, its me. ME. I always get what I want. That sounds really shitty...but its totally true. I strive for what I want...believe it or not...and most of the time, I win. I like to win.
id only be in the band if we were called like...the Raybanettes or the Little Rascals...i like those two and those two alone...for now. I imagine the sound would be like something crazy peaches meets be your own pet topped off with a little placebo. and ta da, you have a tranny band. Minus the tranny. because lets make one thing clear....my dick will never be inverted into my groins. its very convenient to be able to pee anywhere I want.
so petey and I applied for this killer apt in glover park...which is like the weirdest place ever. Its like a little mini city but kind of suburb area. right above georgetown. so i can go window shopping on my days off - DANGEROUS. but I'm excited. pray for us? I get THE call tuesday. so nervous. If this doesn't work out, we're going to find a sublet for the time being....fuck my life.
posting a blog with apt photos....I've been sitting here for 10 minutes waiting for the photos to upload...I don't have time for this shit, hah.
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