Inspire Me

Today, I sadly dragged my feet into work. The hilight of my day was sliding the shelves in the back, carrying bins of bears on my hip like an old jungle women and learning to use to register. YAY.

Other than that, I pretty much watched my manager look sexy- I mean.... work. Does this count as sexual harrasment?! On a side note that's not sexual harrasment, I think there's some shit going down and no one wants to tell me. I'm starting to think I got the job from hell. SHIT.

Moving on.

You may notice I keep deleting my blogs. My writing has to really mean something- or half a something. The ex blogs were garbage. I keep trying to find a point for this blog but there is none. Or maybe my point is that there is no point. Put on some salt and suck on that.

But, while I was doing a whole lot of pointless nothing at work, I realized my dreams. XD So cliche. So stupid. But I DID. Or re-realized. I want to be... (wait for it) a PLAYWRIGHT. Yes. Of course this is a dream I will never achieve. (I'm a downer.) I will die stuffing bears and I'm going to say "You know kids, when I was a younger, I wanted to win a Tony. And you know what? I never did and now I'm a bitter old bat."

God. I'll be the best old person ever.

Of course, some one said to never say never. I think it was a mouse in... a mouse cartoon. Or was it a cat?! Who knows. But I take all my advice from Disney movies. I've got a bunch of old plays sitting under my bed. I think it's time to dust off the pen and paper and get to writing. And scribbling out. And then typing. And then abandoment. Sudden inspiration... more writing....

Wish me luck!