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Rockstar!

September 13th, 2007

New layout? RSS?

Master is working on a new layout for this site. He was never really satisfied with this one (though I always thought it was pretty close to perfect) and finally decided to go for the gusto and get it the way He wants it. This means He’s figuring out how to get RSS working with the editor we use. Aren’t you excited?? I am. πŸ™‚

I just am completely confused. Why don’t men say what they mean? Today Master told me to bust my ass getting the house spotless because the landlord’s coming over tomorrow. Not that there’s a whole lot to do, but He gets all freaked out about little stuff I don’t do that often. Things like wiping down the walls and baseboards.

So I do. And I’m steadily becoming frustrated. Aside from being completely and utterly exhausted and in pain (damn my fucked up back anyway), the little things are taking FOREVER. And I have to leave for work in less than an hour!

I say, “Master this is taking forever. I’m never going to get it all done.” He says “Slow down. You’ve got tonight and tomorrow morning too.”

Uh… what? Sheesh!

So I decided to squeeze in a blog entry and attempt to write. I have a great idea. I stole it from one of my residents’ lives. I’m sure it’s been done before. But that’s okay.

One of these days I suppose I should sit down and work through trying to finish the things I’ve already started. Get them done and get them submitted to magazines and such. We’ll see I guess.

rayne’s song of the day:

“Rockstar” by Nickelback

I’m through with standing in line
To clubs we’ll never get in
It’s like the bottom of the ninth
And I’m never gonna win
This life hasn’t turned out
Quite the way I want it to be

(Tell me what you want)

I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me

(So what you need?)

I’ll need a credit card that’s got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet

(Been there, done that)

I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free

(I’ll have the quesadilla, on the house)

I’m gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me

(So how you gonna do it?)

I’m gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I’d even cut my hair and change my name

‘Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

I’m gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser

I’ll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don’t get ’em wrong

Well we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We’ll all stay skinny ’cause we just won’t eat
And we’ll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger’s
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair

And we’ll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today’s who’s who
They’ll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody’s got a drug dealer on speed dial

Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar

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