I'm in the bed, legs fast asleep with my beezy's...listening to the soundtrack of our lives and sealing Riss' thousand plus Graduation announcements...
I can't believe the sitcom is ending..this fucking sucks.
It's been one hell of a run...I totally feel like our sitcom shits all over FRIENDS...and the Cosby Show...and Family Matters....and the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air. Our lives could re run on UPN forever..and ever and you'd BETTER watch it.
You'd see all types of cool shit...like...
Tumultuous and crazy relationships..Ike and Tina, Jay Z and Beyonce, Ashton Kutcher and Demi\ Jennifer Hudson and Punk and Mariah Carey and Nick Cannon.
The Real World..altho there's no fabulous gay..but there is life like alcohol overflows for free. And there would be scenes of public urination, stumbles down the street,hour long convos with the coolest homeless people on the planet, sweaty club scenes...sweaty thirsties..drug house raids...oh those are delightful.
The music would be awesome too. Imeem and iTunes have the most loyal following..by 3 gals..well 2 that are constantly hunting for new tunage.
If smell o vision ever comes to be, you would smell Little Italy, and Mexican delights...and red potatoes..and onions and garlic..ooh garlic. It comes out of my pores.
Buuuut...I suppose the sitcom will just grow and change..like Saved by the Bell. We've had the College Years. The next step will the Tres: the Fucking Fabulous Years.
The years with relationships that don't kill your sanity. And expensive wine..and water in wine glasses...and bionic hairdos and red bottomed shoes. Luxury cars and lots of lofts..vacays..HUGE checks....and duh, the restaraunt opening.
I can't imagine life getting better than getting wasted with my buds..but hey, there's a 4 20 in every year. Muhaha...
Its allllll good
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