My parents got it all wrong.
They insisted i fucking study and do something with my life.
Now, I work like a slave, make nowhere near what i should be making and listen to snotty fucking MBA’s as they rave and rant and use works like brand osmosis and cultural denial while discussing some shit soap that i wouldn’t even touch with a dirty undie.
And all this, while my hair dresser which is just a fancy word for barber, jacks her price to three thousand bucks.
Ya, three thousand bucks to take a scissor and a comb and cut my hair to make it look like I have just-out-of-bed hair
Really, what is she charging so much for? The three thousand bucks does not even include a free shampoo.
All it includes is loud music and some skinny women who’re all munching gum and wearing horribly hip clothes.
My parents were so clearly out of it.
And I’m so clearly paying through my bleeding nose to look cool.
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The perks of being on notice period is that i seem to be drowning in music. It’s on the pod, the laptop and blaring out of the speakers at work.
So today is Suzie Q by CCR. I love CCR, especially John Fogerty. Drool drool. And I love songs that have a honky tonk lament. If there is a song that sets the mood, it is Suzie Q. Enjoy.