Wednesday, June 27, 2007

anywhere but here, anytime but now

if i could wake up with another life i think id wake up as some sort of carpenter. i always thought of carpentry as fine art so id wake up as a carpenter. or maybe not, maybe id be something else, id have a solid tenured job tho. id wake up really early tho cus i go to sleep at like 10pm monday thru thursday since my job wears me out. first thing id do is go get some coffee then id go in to the kids rooms and mess with them. my wife would get mad at me because she hates that i mess with them so early in the morning and they still dont have to be up for school. one of them wouldnt mind so much tho, they would wake up and come watch the news with me. we would mess with the one who was still sleep before we went to watch the news tho.

while we watched the news we'd talk about world events or school or just anything that crossed our manic minds. my wife would then come downstairs all groggy adn shit and ask me why i ate all the bacon. "if you are gonna make breakfast at least save some for everybody else" and id get up rather glib, kiss her on the cheek and make her some more bacon. she gets mad easy in the mornings, she didnt mean to snap at me.

then id get in my car and drive to work. on the way to work id hear a song that would make me wonder what would have happened if id just given music a real shot, real hard push and dedicated myself to it. id wonder what happened to the demos id recorded and wished i could hear them, i may even bust into a freestyle or something to the song on the radio to see if i still got it, then realilze that i dont. id get a little glum then id think about how nice and calm my life if, how much i love my kids and my wife (even tho she gets mad about bacon) and how much i enjoy my work or the life my work affords me.

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what day is it anyway?

i think im gonna get a new blog and not tell anybody about it. just have it and if you stumble across it fine. it will be my bastard child and nobody will know it exists. or maybe ill just type stuff up as word documents and keep them to myself. or maybe ill *gasp* use a pen and paper!

yo did anybody else see that episode of the office where dude thought he had a blog but it was really just a word document? lmao... :/

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9 comments:

Sandy said...

Ok. Your daydream just made my ovaries cry. (that didn't come out right)

The idea of waking up and having a normal life and kids and being content with everything... I get a little weepy.

While the ordinary people dream of stardom, the (pseudo) stars dream of 9 -5's.

tia said...

pen and paper, negro! i have a perfect journal for you too. i'll give it to you soon.

Donald Williams said...

give it to me tia, i need a new dust collector

lol

Filthy said...

"While the ordinary people dream of stardom, the (pseudo) stars dream of 9 -5's."

amen ..
oh how great it'd be to have a couple of munchkins ..
and a good solid career.

random lurker said...

but I like reading this blog :(

tia said...

i'm not giving it to you if it's only gonna collect dust.

the 9-5 artist said...

the begining of this blog reminded me of my father, i almost cried. seriously.
he kinda has the same occupation that you spoke of *but up there*....

if you love what you do it's not considered work.

Donald Williams said...

if you love what you do its not considered work

i dont know if i believe this statement. i think it just means you love your work, but its always work.
always

Angie said...

Word. I feel you on that statement...we could politic on this subject all day.....Good dream tho....