-- on the subject of nowhere | jong & tae.
Had anyone been inane enough to ask Kim Jonghyun for life advice; it would be the following. Tequila, my boy. Tequila makes everything infinitely better. Granted it wasn't the best advice, but asking a twenty four year old music teacher at bullworth fucking acadamy how to do well in life was...well. Questionable would be a generous way to put it. Fucking stupid if he felt like using a more accurate adjective. Because here are the facts. Kim Jonghyun does not function well on mondays. Kim Jonghyun has been saddled with starting up a club-- recruiting members from a bunch of glorified pissbuckets who couldn't give a rat's ass about music-- or his class for that matter. Kim Jonghyun has little going for him save for hosting a radio show at two in the morning and tonguing jello shots off the hot young thing currently strung out on the bar infront of him. Kim Jonghyun does not function well on mondays. Quite frankly, the only thing that lured him into the bar-- save for the slice of lime and a rather enticing piece of ass-- was the incentive of a live show later tonight. Something that, despite his crushed dreams courtesy of reality-- he still manages to find interest in.
