I've got it all figured out.

After a long but happy day at my job as a marketing consultant, I'm going to drive home to my apartment in Japan in my black Chrysler PT Cruiser straight into Ugly Sullen Boy's arms. Although I think it would really be much more interesting driving home to my mansion in Paris in a red chopper from a gig because, you know, I'm a rockstar, straight into Donnie Darko (and by this of course I mean Jake Gyllenhaal)'s arms, while our two kids are sleeping in their rooms (and by this of course I mean mansions). Remember when we were kids?

{The New Pollution, Beck}