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02 February 2006
What Are You DayDreaming About?→[More:]I'm dying while waiting for next Wednesday to get here. My daydreams aren't kind or gentle. Jebus Hope Me!
I'm listening to an old Treat Her Right song called "I Think She Likes Me," a shaggy-dog story about a guy who meets a chick in a bar, then her husband comes in with a gun. I'm imagining myself in the bar with the woman. I'm considering leaving the gun out. Now it's on Toronto's "Your Daddy Don't Know," which makes me daydream about being in a downscale Canadian strip club.
Winning the lottery, buying a yacht, sailing across the Atlantic, selling the yacht, taking trains across Europe and into Asia. This is an old and very detailed daydream that even includes getting a house/dog sitter for the year or two I'll be gone and the kind of journals I'll make my son keep on the trip which will eventually end up getting him in with a full scholarship to the college of his choice.
jon, my experience tells me that its better to go early when the packages are still decent. Later rounds end up with much crappier packages.
But then, I currently hate my job so I'd pretty much take a week of pay and my light and be happy with that.
At least I can close my office door and turn up my music some. That helps.
By the way, thanks to MeCha for turning me on to Martina Topley-Bird, I've been digging on Too Tough to Die and several others for a couple of days now. Really good stuff!
I'm daydreaming about all the pretty girls I'll be meeting tonight and all the stimulating conversation we'll engage in. The smiles, the toasts, the tapas. Probably a brick-walled low-lit joint in the Seaport area. Two of my favorite women in NYC, and several of their friends. And me. Cheers!
Daydreaming about getting my lazy ass moving so I can wash my clothes but jesus christ it's cold and rainy out and walking 10 blocks to the fuckin laundromat is not my idea of a good time but my pants they don't smell so good and it's all just a heap of trouble.
there's a line about Valerie "dreaming of all the men she'll meet.." so that's prolly what fired off the synapse in the "pop-rock nuggets" sector of my brain. My brain synapses are like bumper cars anyway. I've never seen the video, but in my head, valerie is wearing a long skirt, has long curly red hair, and is dancing down a sidewalk in some kind of cute hat.
All the cute guys I'm gonna see when I go to Portland. I'm gonna have no idea who to flirt with first! [Reminder: cueball dudes are invited to grow 2-3 days worth of hair fuzz for extra sensual head massages.]
I agree, absolutely. Two things that have always kept me off the ledge are:
1) Don't want to hurt my family;
and
2) I'd want the act to be meaningful. Regular suicide is gauche, and a waste of material. I'd want to do something more like performance art with a body count.
3) Which would be way too much work to actually pull off when you're depressed enough to really contemplate it, and hence, here I still am, merely daydreaming about it. In the unlikely event of a water landing, my elitism may be used as a floatation device.
It's Raining Florence Henderson, this is a fantastic turn of phrase, "like performance art with a body count". I will be working hard to incorporate it into a conversation today. Nice!
I daydream about sex too but its after tossing some irritating people down some stairs and then going and getting them to toss down the stairs again (the double down).
I actually don't have a specific fetish about hair or no hair. But if a specific hot guy or two or three happens to have no hair, then I'll dig it because I dig the guy.
You got leads. Mitch & Murray paid good money. Get their names to sell them. You can't close the leads you're given, you can't close shit, *you are* shit, hit the bricks pal, and beat it, 'cause you are going *out*.... IN SPAAAAAAACCCCEEEEE!