sometimes...

sometimes i think about the jobs people have recommended to me in the past. one was firefighter and the other was professional football player. obviously, these people found themselves to be quite humorous. well, they were wrong.

all i can imagine myself doing is sitting on the steps of a big front porch punching the keys of a typewriter. there would be a daisy behind my left ear and i'd be wearing overalls since i'd be adopting that farmer's life. i'd own ducks and cats and maybe guinea pigs.

most likely i'll end up in New York being a waitress and i think there could be worse things. 
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