I wish coffee tasted as good as it smells.
I wish I liked lobster....it looks so good on a plate with steak.
I wish coffee tasted as good as it smells.
I wish I liked lobster....it looks so good on a plate with steak.
I wish milk chocolate was lactose-free.
I wish I could package that hot shower feeling into a body spray for when my shoulders ache later.
I wish I didn't have to drive so far in traffic because it really puts a damper on the job that I love.
At times I wish I had fallen into another occupation...insurance...I've never seen an insurance agent w/a vehicle older than a couple years. But like the man said, if digging a ditch makes you happy, Walter, dig it. There's all those benefits...a sore back...sawdust in your face...Copper Country Jumping Tar...a nice cold one at the end of a hot long day. Or two. Three.
I wish the news would be all good things. Its depressing that our world has so much bad.
Believe it or not...(I didn't believe it)...but this big honkin insurance company sent me a notice a year two ago...reminded me of the matchbook covers from yay ago...YOU TOO CAN BE AN ARTIST!...up in Calumet, where there was an opening...the old buck there retired to Peru or someplace warm...Paco-Paco maybe...I think it's an island in the Pacific. Bucks? Oh, you bet! But I tossed it like all the other stuff the mailman delivers...Order NOW! K-Tels 25 Polka Greats...Zan Fir & His Pan Flute...it didn't seem real...which is why I didn't believe it. In the long run, it's probably a good thing. I might have made the evening news...up there on top of the Calumet Theatre with my Pan Flute. If I'd gotten that in say December...early January...something might have clicked. I should take a drive up there tomorrow...see if anyone has set up shop in the old office.
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