Woke before dawn, went for a jog in the park, stopped to smell the neighbor's roses on the way home, made a smoothie for breakfast, took my vitamins. Ok, I'll stop now...it's disgusting, isn't it? My California life. I feel all healthy and normal and shit. Distinct difference from driving home drunk, waking up in the afternoon, maybe going to the tanning bed, then parking my ass at the coffee shop for a doughnut and mocha. That was my Portland life.
I have to face the facts, I'm just not that hard core anymore. I'm like Shannon-lite. The hotel porn version. Edited for radio play. Fit for human consumption!
Next thing you know I'll be doing my laundry on a frequent basis and paying my rent on time...
