i threw on my favorite pair of jeans. some faded hand me downs. couldn't find any cologne, so i slapped on a dab of absolut vodka. why waste it 'cuz i'm on the wagon.

wuz out the door and in my new tercel. a deal of a car i got for $7498. sweet. even sweeter with belinda in it. this cute receptionist i met last week at this recording studio. with all the money i saved on my new tercel, i could actually afford to take her out.

anyways i'm at her doorstep. when she opened the door i thought an angel jumped out at me. she looked kinda like Bjork. swear. i walked her to the tercel. as i opened the door she turned and gave me this kiss that would break a blue law in deButte county, iowa. she said, "now you don't hafta wonder." then she gave me this smile that would get me arrested for thinking what she was thinking. she kept smiling. and i kept thinking.

and we drove as far away from iowa as possible.