2039

hi. This will not be awesome. If it even starts to sound good, I will erase it and make it crappy.

I.

Will

Not.

Choose.

My.

Words

Carefully.

I am tired of choosing my words carefully. Not really, I’m lying. I really love choosing them carefully because I like picture painting with words because I cannot make movies of what is in my head. But sometimes I don’t want to THINK about choosing my words carefully, I would just like them to choose themselves. I want them to roll off the conveyor belt in the proper sequence with the proper shape, size, color and function. I want them to be marching Nazis: perfect and scary and impressive.

That is not much to ask. I will ask my mind right now to complete this request. Please hold on. One moment. (pick your nose or write a song….)

Okay, I did not enter a large space to denote the waiting period. You should just have done it on your own because you are THE READER. I finished my task and we will see what happens.

I watched LA Ink and now I am watching a show about chick cops in Broward County.

I like when they have subtitles for the junkies.

I just took a shower and I feel great. I feel ready to take on the bed. I will sleep in my bed and I will dream. I hope that when I wake up I will have great thoughts in my head and a wonderful, positive attitude. I hope that when I go to Starbucks in the ayem, I will find a wallet that has my name on it and a wad of hundies thicker than a tree trunk. I will count the hundreds and discover that I am five thousand dollars richer and I will think about what to do with the money. I will be undecided.

Oh, right. I will go to Vegas.