Why My Life Sucks ~by Carrie

My life sucks because I'm a spoiled American (like I already told you) and I think I need something, when in fact, I have everything I need. I am safe and fed. But nooooo, I want romantic love. Which is a lot like wanting a space ship to land in my living room with all the disney characters in it, and all the aliens and disney characters to prance around my house and make Grateful Dead music and bake fresh bread in my oven. And then leave me $2900 for a shit kickin' time in my pad. That is the equivalent of what I want. Only a little more realistic. And that makes me want to cry. So I'll see you in another week. Or something.