Career Move

If I could be anything at this present moment of 5:53pm I would like to be either a dancer for Britany Spears or a song writer for Benadryll. I mean I am already well versed in dancing. Actually, I believe that I excel tremendously at dancing. At least when it comes to what most people think a white man dancing entails. I'm even better at lapdancing believe it or not. Ask Angel and whoever was out with us that night at the Casino nightclub. I haven't gave anyone or anything a lapdance in a long long time. I think things will change as of this Saturday. Although I have to wonder would I enjoy giving someone a lapdance or getting the lapdance? I mean I'd love to get a lapdance from Prince but the excitement of giving a lapdance and being all mysterious and naughty is just a little too tempting. Plus sex or whatever can happen regardless of who gives what. Moving on because this topic can lead me in a really bad erection...I mean direction...LOL. Since I don't kiss and tell the temptation to talk about these kinds of things makes me want to share more than I should. Moving on like I said.

I would like to be a composer for a song dedicated to Benadryll and how much I love it for all that it does. It takes away some of the sinus problems but more importantly it takes away the "being awake part of the night." I heart Benadryll. It and its pink luster are just the most wonder thing since NyQuil. Tomorrow since I took the day off I think I will write my "Ode to Benadryll."

Today however since it is close to Valentine's Day I am going to try to write a little poem using some people's names that I find as my friends and people's names I find as friends that I would like to fuck (*wink...Patrick).

Ode to Everybody I can tie into this poem for Valentine's Day

Funny, beautiful, you are a complete dish,
Happy Valentine's to my friend Trish.

Witty, fresh, and just don't give a damn,
Give it up for my girl Sam.

Some call you Ling-ling, your driving is scary,
Happy Vowrentine to asian gurl Cheri.

Oh my Gawd is all I can say,
Loving you sent to my girl A.

I miss you so, you moved so far and it's being to stink,
Sending love to Michigan to my friend Tink.

My best bud, who wears red panties with lace,
Hey there, ho there, to my friend Ace.

On the west coast you are out of my reaches,
I miss you more than you know my precious Peaches. (Erin...nothing rhymes with your name.)

Yeah you're hot,
At the traveling spot.
You'd be my number one Valentine's hookup pick,
Don't think of it as turning a trick, my precious Patrick. (Don't you feel special...four whole lines?)

So fucking on fire you burn my eyes like hell,
One day I'll have a piece of you my Rafael.

I'd take this doll for a twirl,
Hugs and kisses my Barbie Girl.

Yeah this poem is going to be discovered 1000 years from now and the human race will know that in 2004 the creatures that inhibited this planet were on crack.

But all in the same at least I thought of you. Happy Early Velentine's Day. Hugs and Kisses to everyone...even those people that are beauty challenged.