Ever go, "What the hell am I doing with my life?" These two things happened in the past 24 hours:
1) I saw this band last night at Blake's
They are 18yearolds, already signed.
2) I found out that a friend from middle school (who had the worst grades in our little nerd group, who had redneck parents, and who listened to super uncool metal when we were 13) is now a pediatrician.
So, what am I again? Not a rock star, and not using my huge brain for much. I am a housecleaner.
Someone give me a hug...
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I wish I had time to write a little more - but I have to use my huge brain to get the kids out the door.
There is a complete idiot at my dream job (the job I *should* have had, if I didn't move and have kids) If I think on that, it drives me bat shit crazy. But if I had it, I wouldn't have my ladies, and I'd have to deal with the stink of dead animals day in and day out. Dead fishy animals.
You ARE a rock star of proportions that others fantasize about.
Lots of hugs mama.
No sex, no drugs, no
No sex, no drugs, no rock'n'roll... And no real eductaion though huge brains. DD is rocking my chair right now, that is the best I can get so far... Housecleaner - i would be lucky to be that. i feel like a beast-trainer... Will she EVER listen to my orders? WILL SHE? Eating my precious chocolate (70%), driving me nuts and trying to parent us, commanding her brother better than any officer in the army can... Sniff. Rockstar. Haven't even got some flowers for Mother's Day (I was determined NOT to celebrate it, mind you), all i hear is "Ich auch, ich auch!" (Me, too, me, too!)... Live is hard...
...the lover, the dreamer, and me (Jim Henson)
I hear ya mama.
I just blinked and 10 years flew by. I was suppose to write (at least) a dozen screenplays by now.
yesterday, a neighbor came by discussing their latest project (opening an
alternative birthing center). My house was a mess, kid was watching a cartoon and a box of Trix was open on the kitchen table.
Another shining moment of my life.
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.""I wish I had time to
.""I wish I had time to write a little more - but I have to use my huge brain to get the kids out the door"""
Yeah, I had to use my huge brain to clean up a pile of puppy shit on my kitchen floor. Now I'm making a heart shaped PB and J sandwich for my kid's lunch..
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