The Moments I'm Not Dreaming
I've been so busy lately, this counting my 11th day without sleeping in, or having the chance to watch Ellen. Speaking of, I had or have what we used to call a crush on Ellen DeGeneres. I don't know what has me attracted to her, the humor?, the fashion?, or those moves? That's the sum of me, wanting what's impossible to have. . .in so many ways.
No work for me July 4th, I'll be lulling over celebrating my Independence. 1 isn't that bad of a number when you think of firsts and bests. I don't have to compromise or share my chocolate. I only have to worry about annoy myself and I seem to enjoy my indecisiveness sometimes. If I were a part of 2 this attitude would be unacceptable.
I finally have the opportunity to take care of myself and that seems to be going quite nicely I suppose. I'm a lot less stressed and the feeling of accomplishment rather than let-down is overcoming. I'm completing the short term goals I've set and preparing for even greater aspirations. I am somewhat surprised by my ambition and where its taken me. . .I'm not complaining.
The Moments I'm Not Dreaming are very rare to say the least. My imagination is beginning to soar as of late and I somehow grasped the ability to meditate and function simultaneously.
The Office re-runs are probably better than Evan Almighty. Arrested Development and Curb Your Enthusiasm are DVD necessities.
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