You ask me why i sit.

because i don't know where i stand.

To my Lady GaGa;

I wish i hadn't rushed. That's all i did these few months. I rushed to tell you how i felt, i rushed to reveal all my secrets to you, i rushed to understand you. And most recently, i rushed to see if we actually had a shot at this stupid Love Game.
I saw that you wanted to go, and i should have let you. For once, you had let your Pokerface down and you were telling me straight up, you wanted nothing to do with me in that way. But no, i was already Starstruck by my own fantasies and i had to see if anything in reality could amount. I embarrassed myself like a Paparazzi all up in your face and in your life. I thought you'd complete me like The Fame we both know i crave so badly. Even though i spent most of my time thinking about you, I never thought about how you felt trying to figure out a way to convince a stubborn Brown Eyes that Eh Eh(There's Nothing Else I Can Say). I still think there would've been that Fever i was looking for under different circumstances. I thought it was really ironic you mentioned the stars cuz when you invited me to the observatory, i thought that's where we'd be sharing that moment. But no, i had to rush cuz I Like It Rough. So now, we'll both Just Dance and shake out those feelings like we should have long ago. But Again Again, i think we'd be Wonderful.

Forever in one way or another yours,
Beautiful Dirty Rich

I'd be great

I hate long commitments.
I like to travel.
I find it easy to perform in front of strangers.
I change my persona depending on the person I'm speaking to.
I'd be a great airplane stewardess.

I feel fulfilled but never overwhelmed if some one asks me to get them something of absolutely no intellectual or spiritual value.
Would you like more coffee, sir?
Oh, another pillow for you, madame?
I'm sorry, sweetie, we don't offer cookies on this flight.
Smiley sweetlty, fold hands together, half curtsy, and strut back to the "kitchen" without looking like a baby giraffe trying out the new legs on turbulence.
I'd be a great airplane stewardess.

I love this no consequence lifestyle.
All I'm responsible for, all I have to do is:
Pour a man his twenty-third cup of coffee,
Hand an overweight woman another pillow the size of her ear,
and convince a four year old that over-salted peanuts are just as good, if not better, than Oreos.

"Excuse me! Do you think i can get another one of those, uh... eye cover... sleepy things? Oh, better yet, a cup of tea and another pillow?"
I was made to be an airline stewardess.