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Someday you'll understand
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Someday you'll understand Someday I'd like to go to a Harlem Globetrotters game and shout the referees the whole time. And not in a fun way, in a the way people shout referees real games. Traveling! Traveling! Come on ref, he's got the ball on a string! Are you fucking blind! gonna your family!!! And if anyone tells to calm down I'll say "I got 50 grand on this game !" Someday when in a public restroom and there's a guy in the stall really going to town making all kinds of noises I want to shout "Yeah buddy! Let 'er rip! You show 'em who's boss!" Someday I'd like to put on a judge costume and go into a courtroom to watch a trial and see if anyone says anything. Someday I'd like to answer the phone and say "You're going to have to speak up, naked right now." Someday I'd like to visit the alternate universe were everyone is Jennifer Connolly and see what society is like. If everyone had an identical IQ what would the world like? More advanced? Less? Would there be some kind of prejudice still? Would there be art? Theater? How would they tell each other apart? By smell like penguins? Someday I'd like to write a memoir of a famous celebrity that is 0% made up. I know people do that but they pretend that it's not made up. Why doesn't someone write a saying that Chole Kardashian created Star Trek? Someday I'd like to create a youtube channel where I try to remember and explain episodes of Friends based only on the title. Someday I'd like to spend an insane of time and creating a model of Tatootine. Someday I want a house were the sump pump doesn't run all the god damn time. Someday I'll die and probably that's it, but it could be interesting if it wasn't. Someday I'll go into work and everyone will be wearing a<b> creepy </font></b>mask but me and I won't say anything because why would I? Either I've gone insane and m hallucinated or some really spooky shit is going down - either way mentioning it is a bad idea. Someday I'll have to answer for what I've done Someday I won't like the things I like now anymore. Someday I'll regret buying all this crap. Someday I'll go swimming and I think "why don't I do this more?" and then I'll see all the non-fat, non-pale, non-bad skin people and I'll remember. Someday you'll thank me Putting first by putting employees first, immediately after prioritizing fiscal responsibilities and leveraging profitability towards exceeding by empowering our employees to put (and themselves) first, in a diverse and respectful environment of only those that come first, first. |
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The day may come when I will thank you but it is not this day. A day when I forsake all bonds of bloggership ... but it is not this day. This day .... I read! Opportunity may knock only once, but temptation bangs on the door forever!
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It's a long weekend...if you get cracking you might be able to check off one of these. I can relate to the swimming one.   
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>Someday I want a house were the sump pump doesn't run all the god damn time. no, no, no no no, you don't. When that pump is supposed to run all the time, and then doesn't.... it's not a very nice house to live in for a while. What you want is the room that is right over the sump pump to be the guest room that you keep your inlaws in when they visit, and YOU sleep in the room on the other side of the house that doesn't have that problem.
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