I don't wanna do anything

I don't wanna write Livejournal anymore because it won't match up to the darlings of the blogosphere

I don't wanna write stories anymore because they won't match up to anything Mark Twain, Nabokov, Kerouac or F. Scott Fitgerald wrote

I don't wanna pick up my guitar because I won't belt out anything like Jimi Hendrix, Tony Iommi or Tom Morello could

I don't wanna go to work tomorrow because I won't win a Nobel Prize for tracking down aerosols

I don't want to take a chance or make an effort because my smallest shortcomings are still failures, and my greatest successes are all incomplete.

What I want to do is stay at home, eat cheese and Ritz crackers and smoke cigarettes and watch the Adam and Joe shoe until the end of time. But one day plus is taking the piss.