04.05.02 :: 12:22 pm
It doesn't even matter that when I deposited my check yesterday, I thought the screen was joking when it showed me my balance.
It doesn't even matter.
And I'm spending tons of cash to stock up for tomorrow night's girlparty, and it doesn't even matter.
Because My Boy is about
I so want to be a band wife. But not the kind that gets cheated on or gets Hepatitis C like Pamela Anderson.
A cool band wife. Who's in a lot of the paparazzi and press pictures, but who's still kind of mysterious and hardly gives interviews and goes to awards ceremonies only sometimes, and gets recognized only in stores when they see my last name of the credit card and they ask "Are you by any chance related...?" And I go, "Yes."
I'm getting way ahead of myself.
Soon, the world over.