So for the past few months I've been seeing these white vans with the A&E symbol on them at my job, only they say A&E Electric. Funny when you think about it. Arts and Entertainment Television. Seems like lately they're more entertainment than art though.
Like being original had anything to do with being on TV. They mean be perfect, be whiter than Snow, blonder than Sleeping Beauty with great boobs and a banging Prince Charming. Ugh! As if that hasn't been done a time or two before.
What about adventure? Travel? Late nights in foreign places? Which Disney princess had all that?
I want more than I'm worth sometimes. All the time really. I think sometimes I hallucinated the last two years. My mom calls me crazy, and sometimes I think she's right. What are the chances of me making it to Fashion Week? I can't even get my life straight. No license, barely enough gas in my car. If it wasn't for Sarah, I wouldn't be here. She made me dinner and lunch for tomorrow. And when I was spinning in what may or may not be true, she listened.
What are the chances? I'd think of them, but that depressing me. I don't have millions, I barely have enough to eat
I'd better take out the trash, if not I'll never hear the end of it. From what I can tell, she hasn't left her room all day. No one would bother to do it, and if I don't, I'll be threatened within an inch of having a place to stay. Never mind that I'm bankrupt, no real employable skills and even though I'm great at what I do, I hate the options out there.
I feel stuck. Here only. No where I feel at home. I love a lot of places, but I don't feel like I belong anywhere.
The trash. It needs to be taken out. I wonder if I'll ever make it to Fashion Week.
Where do I go from here? I just want to go home. Home doesn't exist. You lost that a long time ago. I just want to go home.
Funny, if you compare the Bay Area to the UK, Berkeley looks a lot like Brighton to me. So does the Castro.
Show me the way to go home,
I'm tired and I need to go to bed.
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