I Was a Teenage…

I was a teenage alien. I drove the hottest Mercedes rocketship in 4 nebulas- my father bought it for my plasmic congealing anniversary. I snuck out on invites to quasaric parties on 38 planets and danced on stars, drinking celestial champagne.
When the suns rose, I blued my skin on the sand plains while tuning into music from all over the universe with my iChip. Males sent me an average 12 bouquets of roboroses a week. I never had to pay at the hover-in theatre or for cyber-cupcakes. Regardless, I held a part-time job as a soulguard at the local gelatinous natatorium. I was always desperate to get into Marsiversity.