...is to live in a brand new beige house with a husband who win's the dough while I'm stuck at home watching some kids all day long.
Serious. Does that make me weird? Cuz I know I have friends who would love to have that. I have friends who are on the way to being that. Not that there's anything wrong with it...everyone has their idea of happiness. But I would be much happier living in a yellow cardboard box with a glue stick and my rocket-dog skull shoes. Hmm. Or a part of one of those awesome heritage houses downtown here, full of cool antiques and artsy stuff and no beige walls in sight. =) Yes.
By the way, painting my film makes my mind wander, if you haven't noticed...lol...I forget to blink, too. But I have listened to a lot of old cds, which makes me happy. Bands like Neve, Oleander, Greenwheel. The Verve Pipe. Ahhh...tunes.