Throw Me A Bone Here, Please
January 14, 2011
I want to learn how to paint or get into hardcore photography. I want to make things out of nothing (an attempt at channeling my inner goddess — whatever that may mean).
I want to travel and see the world. I want to spend money on clothes and literally look like a million bucks. I want to walk the streets of who-knows-where and get lost in some foreign soil — fall in the Suez Canal however disgusting that experience will turn out to be.
I want to get philosophical under a tree (Grab a picnic basket and maybe I’ll humor you with all the mindless notions that have been building up in my head). I want to talk about literature, meet a poet .. or maybe a hippie. No, scratch that. Be a hippie.
I want to go skydiving just to have a feel of what it may be like to fly. Or get (almost) eaten by a bear. I’m honestly not that picky.
But most of all, I want a magic lamp to materialize in front of me. Or for that blasted fairy godmother – whose been MIA for the past 18 years – to get her plump bum here ASAP. Hell, I’d even settle for Santa (cuss word) Clause.
Haven’t you ever had your head in the clouds?
Well, I’ve decided to leave mine there for whatever good that will do me.
