Every Day I'm a Star in the City

So today my father comes into my room for the first time in a while and the very first thing he does is taking a look at my posters and informs me that I’m too old to have my room the way it is. But the thing is he came to this conclusion after staring at Mr. Trent Reznor for a few moments. Who cares about the stuffed animals that are all around or the fact that bed has moons and stars cut outs on the boards. Or how about that stash of magazines that I have dating back from late 05 to now. And what about all those books that I’ve had since I was 12 taking up more space than they should. Which reminds me what about all those CDs that I bought just because Jesse McCartney sang on one of the tracks and the many Radio Disney and Disneymania CDs. Who could possibly care about that? So maybe I’m jumping to conclusions but I think the main issue is that Maroon 5, Nine Inch Nails, 21 the movie, All American Rejects, 300, Skeleton Crew, among others that are covering my walls are the real problem he has or maybe the fact that they are all very, very, very hot men that I choose to surround my sleeping area with.

And you know what? I have no intention of changing the way my room looks until I decide to share it with someone, and even then it all depends on who is it. Long story short, I have no plans whatsoever on removing my posters until I get a ring. Which is also when I plan on acting more grown up. To a point that is.

Later people