Old blogs are useful tools of encouragement!

I'm only reposting this one because the massage school as 'wishful thinking' reference makes me smile. It also encourages me to keep talking about my dreams...they tend to put on skin that way! :)

Saturday, October 11, 2008
Stuff I might be getting ready to do with my evening alone:


I might just crawl into bed and sleep starting in a little while...
I (really!) might go to the fitness center and treadmill my ass for a mile...

I might write a zillion blogs, and keep writing all night long...
I might get distracted by some good free porn, and bust out my synthetic dong...

I might read my new Reader's Digest, although Rebecca says it's run by the Mormons...
I might see what TiVo saved of Oprah and Suze Orman...

I might organize Kadison's closet and take some stuff to the GoodWill box...
I might get dressed and go to WalMart, because I need winter socks...

I might redo my nail polish, and pluck stray body hairs...
I might get out the Resolve and get those weird spots off the stairs (okay, probably not)...

I might shrivel my fingers and toes in a long hot bubble bath...
I might feel guilty that Kadison is away, and I'm not helping her with her math...

Speaking of guilt, I might spend some more time thinking of how to be a better girlfriend...
I might say something really poetic right now, since the only ryhme I can come up with is 'whirlwind' (which was a stretch, anyway)...

I might look up massage school websites and do some wishful thinking...
I might feed Toady and Venus, to keep them from death and stinking...

I might eat too much ice cream straight out of the carton...
I might...okay, I refuse to dishonor myself with what I was just about to type about ice cream and fartin'...

I might answer some way overdue emails to people I really miss...
I might look up some recipes, since I cook now, in my new-found domestic bliss...

I might try to figure out how to download pictures from my new phone...
I might just sit and do NOTHING but revel in being alone...

I might experiment with my new curls, since I no longer get mistaken for a dyke...
I might bruise my ass and hoo hoo by taking a ride on my bike...

Speaking of bike, I might do something to celebrate the gorgeous night...
I might admire my fading flip flop tan lines, as I quickly morph back to white...

I might wish I could end this wittily and neatly, but I'm not sure how...
And it's my night to do whatever the hell I want, so I'm just stopping now...