So, anywho….I was reading Lawdawg’s most recent post (check out my snarky comment) and couldn’t help but relate---identify if you will. Although I didn’t really have a life’s plan in place (big-ass snicker there!) before, I thought I’d be living someone else’s life by now. Like Andy Warhol's for example, you know, someone else doing my artwork, me getting all the glory and money and having that stellar lifestyle he enjoyed in the 70’s. Instead I’m stuck in what appears to be another telecom hell hole which is quite a bit different than the whole Studio 54/Warehouse gig I rightly have coming to me. If only I had kept my receipt, I could probably have taken this shitty life back to Neiman’s and traded it in for something fresher and definitely less worn out, thread bare-ish as it is. And a bit more stylish, thank you very much.

But then again, it appears THIS life actually came from Kmart, and I think it’s already been returned at least once, probably because of a manufacturer’s defect . That’s what happens when you shop for your future in the bargain bin. Prices may be good, but the wares are worn out.