Do you ever get that feeling where you know what you want to do for the rest of your life, but then you think that the idea you just had was fucking stupid?

Do you ever get that feeling where you go "oh man, you know, if i was a... i could make so much money". Then you think "naww, I would just sit at a desk all day like my father".

Maybe it's just me, but life seems like a huge commercial. All I can do right now is watch it slowly go by.

I'll have a rock band sooner or later. There's no sense feeling this way.