musings
It's 12:30 on a saturday night and I'm finally figuring out how to use the cutting feature on the LJ:
While I do love my apartment and my job... I miss having somewhere to go when I don't want to be by myself. I don't want to drive an hour plus to chill out. I wish I could take all the good things and people in my life and have them all in one spot.
If you're interested...
Joe would be my next door neighbor and we would open our training center to teach business professionals how to act/lie/public speak.
All of my girls would live in funky little houses lining the street. My second side business would be the Club of the Gods, business partner: iceani
We would all get our hair done down the street by a charming southern woman who would never dream of talking about pigs fucking spiders, or shrooms, or 80s year old boyfriends named Huck. I could come in and immediately ask iceani why she wears a funny hat and grows things in the dirt.
M.A. would be eating healthy and rid of alcoholic/ ex drug additced losers who call her a carpet watcher, and be my neighbor across the street. Cy would settle down and adopt a gaggle of kids, because the florida laws against homosexual adoption would be changed. Josh could decide what he wants from life and write a best selling book of poetry. Sometimeophelia will be married to a man who worships her amazon goddess-ness and she will make him quilts and cake icing. Tyne will be married to someone who can hold down a job and not take advantage of her and wait on her for a change.
As for me: I get rid of all pictures pertaining to ex-boyfriends and almost boyfriends (who by now realize the mistakes they made and beg me to come back, to which I will say a resounding "Hell No") with no guilt and hang all feel good pictures of conquered/ or to be conquered men on walls displayed prominently with colored track lighting. There are a little freckled set of twins (a boy and a girl, each with brown eyes) running around, chasing Fred, my iguana. Former students, who are by this time out of work drag queens will come back and offer clean my house free of charge so that, admist all that, I can spend my free days writing/directing the next great american play: Damn it, I am important!
So, yeah... I need a real social life so I'll stop wishing for an improbable one.
While I do love my apartment and my job... I miss having somewhere to go when I don't want to be by myself. I don't want to drive an hour plus to chill out. I wish I could take all the good things and people in my life and have them all in one spot.
If you're interested...
Joe would be my next door neighbor and we would open our training center to teach business professionals how to act/lie/public speak.
All of my girls would live in funky little houses lining the street. My second side business would be the Club of the Gods, business partner: iceani
We would all get our hair done down the street by a charming southern woman who would never dream of talking about pigs fucking spiders, or shrooms, or 80s year old boyfriends named Huck. I could come in and immediately ask iceani why she wears a funny hat and grows things in the dirt.
M.A. would be eating healthy and rid of alcoholic/ ex drug additced losers who call her a carpet watcher, and be my neighbor across the street. Cy would settle down and adopt a gaggle of kids, because the florida laws against homosexual adoption would be changed. Josh could decide what he wants from life and write a best selling book of poetry. Sometimeophelia will be married to a man who worships her amazon goddess-ness and she will make him quilts and cake icing. Tyne will be married to someone who can hold down a job and not take advantage of her and wait on her for a change.
As for me: I get rid of all pictures pertaining to ex-boyfriends and almost boyfriends (who by now realize the mistakes they made and beg me to come back, to which I will say a resounding "Hell No") with no guilt and hang all feel good pictures of conquered/ or to be conquered men on walls displayed prominently with colored track lighting. There are a little freckled set of twins (a boy and a girl, each with brown eyes) running around, chasing Fred, my iguana. Former students, who are by this time out of work drag queens will come back and offer clean my house free of charge so that, admist all that, I can spend my free days writing/directing the next great american play: Damn it, I am important!
So, yeah... I need a real social life so I'll stop wishing for an improbable one.