CAREER DAY

Every now and then I catch myself thinking about what kinds of careers would be cool. Like, it I had the ability to do anything I want and the opportunity, what would I want to do. I guess if I knew that definitively, I wouldn't hang around writing a blog only two people (if I'm luck) read. It never hurts, though, to imagine.

ONE ART, PLEASE

An artist would be cool, though, not the struggling kind. The trust fund and not-a-care-in-the-world kind. This would totally give me a reason to dress in duck print sweat pants and a sweat stained wife beater all the while cussing out children for being small and puny, but you see, it's okay. I'm an artist. I am troubled but a genius. Difficult but dark and brooding. I can paint pieces of crap and call it "art" and have people praising me for challenging society and being a trail blazer, and at the same time sip a glass of champagne from my beer stein as I stand in a forest naked and wearing pink bunny slippers, cuz, you know...that's my art.

YOU SUCK

Critic. Any critic, it doesn't matter. Criticizing something for its stupidity is always easier and funny than praising it.

A-MUSE ME

I inspire thoughts. My genius is that I bring out the genius in others simply be just "being". How cool what that be. Being paid to exist because someone believes you bring out their creativity and imagination. Can you imagine what my resume would look like. MUSE. That's all it would say. I think that wold be pretty cool.