I want to… Be understood… 
Go to Reykjavik. Get my MFA. Drive a Mini like a NASCAR racer and then set it on fire. Talk the talk and walk the walk. Open a gallery. Win some money. Let it all go. Stop the hating. Know why he’s crying. Cure things. Start it all over again. Dance. Know how to sit still. Go to the spa. Make it work. Wear flip flops. Have someone take care of it. Broaden our horizons. Go to Block Island. Be friends with Madonna. Cancel the Today Show. Plant tomatoes. Build the perfect playground. Be carefree. Host my own galleried show. Stop trying so hard. Bounce. Find the patience. Love all the sister wives. Take it all back. Move. Finish the house. Publish. Clean up the clutter. Find old friends. Quit Facebook. Bury the keys. Go kayaking. Bake wheat bread. Get the lawn furniture out. Speak. Build a following. Be the guy behind the guy. Hide. Just know. Filter. Damn the man. Buy new clothes. Wait it out. Sit in the sun. Make use of all 24 hours. Stop annoying myself.
LOVE!
Oh, I’ve missed so much while I was away getting puked on by my kids.I have to go back and read this one again. I shall return.
You totally stole my fucking whiney wine.Except for the facebook thing. I’m allergic to facebook.
Nice especially ~Host my own galleried show~ *sigh*
*sigh**lifts fingers to comment**looks wistfully at to do list then at half-finished painting**sigh*Here’s to us…all of us. I’ll toast you your whine with my wine this evening.
… is all you need.
I’ll be here!
I’m slowly developing a rash like reaction to facebook as well. I have more winey wine if you want some…
it WOULD be nice, right?
cheers!
Build the perfect playground. Me, too…one where thing were tall enough to be fun, but short enough to be safe. Fenced in. One entrance. No creeps allowed. Surprisingly hard to find…
Love it!But are you sure you want to go to Reykjavik? Aren’t they bankrupt over there with no McDonalds or banks left? On second thought, maybe that wouldn’t be such a bad place to visit.
There isn’t much scarier, is there?