Monday, June 8, 2009

Death-Proof

So you want to be a writing superstar?

Big house, five cars?

Well, I don't have five cars. I don't even have one. Which needs to change, soon. I might be going back to Pantai Hillpark. Or maybe some haunts familiar to me. And I need to get me a fucking Mitsubishi Pajero.

A Goddamn gas guzzler. It's either that or an Autobot. Or a Stunticon.

And then I'm gonna put some grills in the front, with foot-long spikes. But naaah. I drive like a girl. That's why I need to overcompensate with the manliest car ever.

It's four minutes after three. I'm done. Now to go back to my place and sleep.

I did most of the work I'm supposed to do. Be sending it out tomorrow.

Cheers, man!