Damn,, never thought of it that way,,seems we ARE headed that way.
Maybe I DO want to run around covered in jello with weasels strapped to my thighs.
Maybe i just feel the need to run outside and yell " IM NOT CONTENT!" at the top of my lungs.
Maybe I want to run into the offices of NOW magazine and yell " which one of you hotties wants to take me home, give me a foot massage and fix me a nice dinner and give me a blow job after?"
Also,, I might h ave a death wish. lmao