Don't Dream It, Be It

Although borrowed from "The Rocky Horror Picture Show", these are words for me to live by. Someone asked me, "Aren't you a little old to have such big dreams?" to which I replied, "Am I too old to be alive?"

Monday, January 23, 2006

Wishing My Life Away?

I designed my Beverly Hills mansion when I was in the ninth grade. Actually, I eventually planned to buy out all of Beverly Hills, then build my mansion-complex, and I would never worry about noisy neighbors. My mansion came complete with a parking garage for my antique vehicles and the foyer looked similar to that of the St. Louis Art Museum, with a fountain in the center. One day, I showed my design to a girl who sat at my lunch table and she yelled at me and said, "You're wishing your life away!"

I got the last laugh, however, because I recently purchased a plot of land that is seven-square miles. I ordered everyone out of his home by February of this year, and I am re-naming my property, "Beverly Hills."

I am kidding, of course. I plan to resume my condo search after I find out how much I owe the U.S. government for my 2005 taxes. Ah, the joy of being partially self-employed! The band had a great year, and Uncle Sam will reap the majority of the rewards. I do not have a problem with this, as long as the roads remain pot hole free. I know the Senate and the House of Representatives will never remain asshole free, but I think it is a load of crap that our senators do not have to pay into the social security system. I do not like that I am helping to fund a war that I do not agree with, either, but I suppose it will be worth it in the long run, so I can continue to freely bitch and do so in the comfort of wherever I choose.
I often catch myself internally scowling at people, when I work as a bank teller and have to cash their happy little refund checks. I always get crabby this time of year, anyway. My band mates will say it's because I'm a girl and girls are crazy. I say it's because I'm a girl and girls are crazy, anyway, but I am also tired from my insane schedule I have been keeping, since the last fall. I have so many unfinished projects and it really bothers me. What if I get hit by a bus tomorrow? Then again, if I get hit by a bus tomorrow, none of the above will matter.
I feel blessed.

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