I recommend it to everybody!!! Don't you think it is about us??
Nickelback - Rockstar
I'm through with standing in line
To clubs we'll never get in
It's like the bottom of the ninth
And I'm never gonna win
This life hasn't turned out
Quite the way I want it to be
(Tell me what you want)
I want a brand new house
On an episode of Cribs
And a bathroom I can play baseball in
And a king size tub big enough
For ten plus me
(So what you need?)
I'll need a credit card that's got no limit
And a big black jet with a bedroom in it
Gonna join the mile high club
At thirty-seven thousand feet
(Been there, done that)
I want a new tour bus full of old guitars
My own star on Hollywood Boulevard
Somewhere between Cher and
James Dean is fine for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus:]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I wanna be great like Elvis without the tassels
Hire eight body guards that love to beat up assholes
Sign a couple autographs
So I can eat my meals for free
(I'll have the quesadilla, uh huh)
I think I'm gonna dress my ass
With the latest fashion
Get a front door key to the Playboy mansion
Gonna date a centerfold that loves to
Blow my money for me
(So how you gonna do it?)
I'm gonna trade this life for fortune and fame
I'd even cut my hair and change my name
[Chorus]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I'm gonna sing those songs
That offend the censors
Gonna pop my pills from a pez dispenser
I'll get washed-up singers writing all my songs
Lip sync em every night so I don't get 'em wrong
[Chorus]
'Cause we all just wanna be big rockstars
And live in hilltop houses driving fifteen cars
The girls come easy and the drugs come cheap
We'll all stay skinny 'cause we just won't eat
And we'll hang out in the coolest bars
In the VIP with the movie stars
Every good gold digger's
Gonna wind up there
Every Playboy bunny
With her bleach blond hair
And we'll hide out in the private rooms
With the latest dictionary and today's who's who
They'll get you anything with that evil smile
Everybody's got a drug dealer on speed dial
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
Hey hey I wanna be a rockstar
I survived a terrible traffic while driving from Downtown to Santa Monica! I'm marvellous!))
Classic LA pic:
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Настроение сейчас - rather busyI'm sitting in my office (if we could name this room an office). My boss just gave me some ideas and now I should create something! Then draw this something and then give this plan to Jesse March who should find some docs & partners who are interested in that stuff that I'd created!
That's how it works!)

Yesterday I was at California hospital Medical Centre at 1401 S. Grand Ave. Well, after some tests doctor Paul W Wallace adviced me to take some rest and made the conclusion-insomnia! Actually, I'don't think that I have that kind of illness. That's bullshit.
My plans 4 today: visit my daddy in Santa Monica, find some sleeping pills in a drug-store, go to supermarket and get some food, find/buy that little black dress and meet with my friends at Dal Rae.
I'm at home, I'm in LA... How I missed it!! Hello my pillow, my kitchen, my car, my own keys. As it was said: There's no place like home!! (Although my native city is NYC))
P.S.: I added some pics of Chicago by request, hope you'll like them)
At first I thought it was awful idea to start journal in Russian site where everybody's writing in Russian and only a few people in English. Now I take back my words. I love the idea of writing to all of you.
So the question is: what d'you like to see there?? Icons or jokes or American news or videos or photos of different cities or my stories...Something else? Give your ideas. My mind is so multiplex that I can write about everything)))
I read a lot. Sometimes I buy books for special occasions, sometimes not.
Anyway, I've just came from Stacey's bookstore and bought:
1. Eric Clapton-Clapton (autobiography, as you see)
2. Elizabeth Gilbert-Eat, pray, love
3. Patricia Cornwell-Book of dead
4. Jon Krakauer-Into the wind
5. Nicholas Sparks-The notebook
6. Chuck Palahniuk-Rant
7. Gabriel Garcia Marquez-Memories of My Melancholy Whores
8. Bret Easton EllisAmerican psycho
Now I have no idea how I'm going to transportate all this stuff back to LA...
Well, my work in SF is practically done, so I think I'll be in LA on Monday or Wednesday...Hope, my organization won't send me somewhere in Ohio!)
You're a 90's kid if:Patsy and Eddie are searching supermarket and driving their car
Note about the characters:
International PR guru Edina Moonsoon is divorced, with a daughter, Saffron, and a son, Serge. A fad-follower and fashion victim with highly questionable dress sense, her alcohol consumption and capacity for outrageous behaviour are surpassed only by the excesses of her best friend, Patsy. She lives off the income generated by her two businesses, Monsoon PR and its TV production arm, Radical TV. Her two ex-husbands cut off her alimony after discovering that they were both supporting her.
Patsy Stone is Edina’s best friend. She works for a British fashion magazine in the newly elevated position of Managing Editor. Patsy, who makes no secret of the fact that her CV got to the top of the pile after she slept with the publisher, now even has less work to do than before. She lives on champagne, cigarettes and a variety of banned substances and is usually responsible for convincing Edina that a bad idea is a good idea.
Really funny sitcom on BBC! Patsy and Eddy are wonderful ('specially Pat)