Life of The Party
I’ve successfully binged on everything my parents couldn’t afford to buy me when I was younger. Not to say they were bad parents or anything of that nature. But, I finally hit the point where I’m done buying shit and blaming it on my childhood.
I’ve used that as an excuse to get a lot of shit from video games to shoes. Truth is I’m not at a level where I can afford to do shit like that. Not that it should matter because a binge is a binge. But money is important and I shouldn’t be spending mine living in the past. Instead, I need to be investing in my future.
What’s in my future though? At one point I felt like I had the world in my palm. But at that point, I was a fresh 18 years old high school student fucking college girls on a regular. My outlook on life and such has rightfully changed dramatically since.
Honestly, at this point I just want to graduate college and meet someone I’ll be trading denture cleaner with 40 years from now. Most people in my age range don’t think like that. We’re taught to pretty much go out and play the field. What if there’s nothing on that field though? What if your legs hurt from being on the field too much? Is there an injury reserve for the field? Real heads need to know.
Nah, I’m not looking to settle down right now. The thought of it makes me smile though. Finally get rid of the selfish luxury vehicles that guide you through life and into a convoy that aligns you with the stars on some astrological synchronized swimmers shit. Finally have something better to do than browse craigslist ads head to the clubs and chase random pussy women that are just being teases out to get free drinks from you and they don’t even let you sniff their pussy say thanks or give you their number at the end of the night.
I digress. My party and bullshit life is pretty much over with at this point. I’ll just live vicariously through rap songs and my memories. Pain is the inspiration.
