When you're especially attracted to people who tell really good stories (anyone who knows my past boyfriend history or my long time best lady will understand), your own mind starts telling you pretty good ones. I'm not going to go into detail, because well, like I said, I'm learning that that's sometimes best, but let's just say that esha is always on the look-out for the next Big One.
I'm dealing with it in new ways. I've learned that TV helps more than I ever thought it would, and so does a good kick in the ass from a good girlfriend. Also, putting an equally implausible but positive spin on the faux reality is actually quite fun.
I'm creating my own happy Big Ones, and encouraging the rest of you to do so.
So: Rather than turning in a piece of shit paper tomorrow, my professor will decide that though it needs a little revision, it absolutely must be sent to the mayor. We will sit down in pin-striped suits and discuss how brilliant I am, and he will, without hesitation, decide that I should head up a project that will later take cities by storm, and someone very important will want to interview me on national news (I will of course decline because I don't like cameras), but I will get a fabulous new hair cut for the opening of my new magic bullet urban fix all project, and then be hired by the United Nations, who will send me to exotic places so that i can eat grand meals and solve urban poverty. And somewhere in there there's a personal shopper involved.
Okay - Now your turn. Go.
3 comments:
Future Mayor of Mobile right there...
I am revolutionizing the history of the English Revolution. Someone else said that though. But I've repeated it a bit.
you need pictures.
of me.
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