Dreams, They Complicate My Life
One dream dies as another begins: R.I.P. Stylus, the best mutual friend music and interweb ever shared, hello, Village Voice. If I keep knocking off goals at this rate, Scott Storch's career will have gone the way of Disco D's in a matter of weeks. Now if only I was dating a lovely, bespectacled plus-sized model. OH WAIT*
*Look, I'm allowed to be an asshole just this once. You all make more money than me and don't live with your parents.
*Look, I'm allowed to be an asshole just this once. You all make more money than me and don't live with your parents.
posted by kiss out the jams at 9:56 PM
4 Comments:
brilliant Dan. from NOTHING to STYLUS to VV in 6 months? That's an incredible ascendancy and one that's fully deserved.
Thank you, Brooon. It wasn't like nothing-nothing per se...I was the editor-in-chief for my college's literary magazine for a few years so I made sure to paint that all over my resume, but it was still public-nothing. Either way, that's an incredible compliment. May you ascend well and high yourself.
While I do make more money than you, I still live with my parents. And my parents live in a far worse suburb th an yours do.
This is true.
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