In the words of the young George Washington Carver after he cut down that famous peanut tree, I cannot tell a lie. I have been a bad blogger lately. Gone are the days when I would spend two hours on a single post, using this blog as a way to keep creatively active in the dull ol' corporate job. For that I apologize. The golden days of the 42nd floor may be gone for now, but I'll continue to keep you updated on things.
Like my recent trip to New York City for example. The apartment is swell, just swell. I can't wait to get really moved in and see what all this New York City fuss is all about. I figure I'll give it a year and if I hate it, I'm moving somewhere with mountains. Maybe I'll move back to Alaska. However, I'm not entirely sure what I'd do there.
I could
Like my recent trip to New York City for example. The apartment is swell, just swell. I can't wait to get really moved in and see what all this New York City fuss is all about. I figure I'll give it a year and if I hate it, I'm moving somewhere with mountains. Maybe I'll move back to Alaska. However, I'm not entirely sure what I'd do there.
I could
be a fisherman
be a lumberjack
get a normal job
be a prospector
drive dogsleds
or
be a traveling boys band salesman.
Which shall it be?
5 comments:
Prospector!!! WOOHOO!!! Be the beginning of the New Gold Rush.
76 trombones
I vote for traveling boys band salesman. totally.
I think you would make an excellent prospector. Charlie Chaplin-style, of course.
Okay, it's tied!
2 - Neo-prospector
2 - Music Man
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