sporadic fun times with you and your mind and a piece of imaginary paper

random thoughts on a firday afternoon.

i think i have a new hero. i like meeting people that are heroic. that have done things their way and made a lifetime of stories. its just refreshing to encounter these people.

i saw a drawing today. it was a family kinda like mine. 3 kids. two parents. there were two boys and one girl. but in this drawing the girl was the oldest and there were two little boys running around. i have never thought about what it would have been like if me and my brother were the younger ones... would it have been fun?

i realize that my mind changes so much. but there are a few threads in the clothes that i wear that never change. i will always like earth tones. and i will always want to live the way that i picture life in my head. in the end. i just want to be able to write a book about my life that i would be willing to read eight times. if it is good enough to read eight times, i think ill be content and ready for my next life as a frog.

on fridays what are fun things to do? when i was little i think it was a time to eat out. watch movies. not sleep at eight o' clock. maybe play games. prolly bother my sister and brother until i got in trouble or they were so mad that i started to feel bad. at one point it was float night at the local swimming pool. with dairy queen to follow. it was going to cold beaches at night at another point. it was meeting too many people i didnt want to meet or really want to be friends with. now its just the day that seems peaceful and restless. as much as i love my fridays i resent them. fridays that involve singing are the best. actually singing is the best. i wish i was good at it.