Billy Joel: Day Three
Today is visiting day, but still no Alexa. She seems to blame ME that she is a bitter bug-eyed brunette and not a leggy blonde supermodel. I don’t see her lamenting her DNA when allowance time rolls around. The credit card bills that girl racks up! It’s no wonder I’m here! What does a teenager need with botox anyway?
Speaking of ALEXA’S MOM, the guy who changes the sheets decides he has the right to tell me “Uptown Girl” is a shitty song. No shit, Sherlock! He tells me “I liked it better when you were with that other chick. You know, the “Just the Way You Are” chick. I told him when he started fucking supermodels, THEN I would take his advice.
Morons! Where the hell do people get off?