Tuesday, July 20, 2004

wouldn't it be nice

i have a dream.
 
a dream of being in the sweaty moshpit, screamin my heart out, with hot tears running down my cheeks leaving chic mascara stains, stretching out my arms in passionate desire...
 
someone please fly me to an Aerosmith concert before i turn 25 and have to start slogging my life away in the hospitals. before mr sexy lips Steve Tyler has to resort to collagen injections to maintain his beestung pucker. before oh-so-gorgeous Joe Perry gets arthritis attacks on his zippy fingers and cannot ravage the guitar anymore. before the rest of the members (wat are their names anyway) lose all their hair and eventually die of too much sex, drugs and rock n' roll. 
 
as u can see, we haven't got much time to muck around. so, do hurry and save up now.

i always get my Big P when i wanna go clubbin.  wonder wat's that all about.