maybe someday.

sometimes i think it would be so awesome to be a writer...i could drink coffee and sit at a computer by a window with a view of a lake or the mountains. i would write interesting and hilarious stuff and people would read it and say, "omg. i know exactly what she means!" my dogs would lay on the ground by my feet and inspire me with their eyebrows. i could watch, like really watch, the seasons change and the world going by...

i would paint too. and have a room to make collages in with a door that shut so the cats wouldn't get glue on their paws and have magazine scraps attached to their tails.

all of these things can be done now, i guess. maybe i should start.