This Business...

...is so time consuming. But I love it.

Not Your Dog.

It's funny how you think you can waltz in here and patronize me. Like I am some dog of yours. You don't own me, no one does for that matter. You are merely an insecure individual preying on others. Sure you are "talented" but are you? Or is it your drive that exceeds your limits? Why is it that you always seem to take what I want? That you desire the same objectives and things in life? What are your motives? We all want the same things in life. We all want success and fortunes. But does that mean that I am the one at your expense. Sure, come on in and take my friends. Sure...just go ahead. Act like you know everything, are older then me...yeah patronize me. The funny thing is you are so naive and you are so oblivious. You are unreal. Why are you the one? The one who gets everything? Does everything? It is okay. Karma is a BITCH.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

I'm buzzing. Buzzing with anticipation. Excitement for the future. For the infinite possibilities. I may be a dreamer but at least I pursue my dreams.