Sunday, October 07, 2007
Go ahead, make my day
Sometimes I get so wrapped up. Almost like one of those grape leave with all that weird healthy shit in it. It sounds interesting but when you eat it, you are like, "dude, this kinda taste gross." So sometimes I get wrapped up in a fantasy land that I like to call, "Erica, when she has lots of money and free time." I fall into an almost dream-like state when I see or watch certain things.
At work I sort the mail and one of the partners gets this magazine about traveling. So I borrowed it and dreamed and fantasized I was leaving on a jet plane and I didn't know when I'd be back again. (sorry - I don't remember the rest of the words to that song...) They sort it all out for you. You can leave one day and be in England the next, only to list off all these highly imagery (what? - did I say that right?) places that seems so old, full of history and magic.
I want to go to Ireland where the pixes play and the goats graze... Why do they have to be so cruel? Don't they know that I'm just a receptionist who has no money and an overactive imagination??
So I think I'm going to send them a letter. A letter telling them that I think their magazine is pretty spectacular but unfair and if they don't stop sending it that I will sue them like that lady did when hot coffee spilled on her from McDonalds.
I'm pretty sure they will be scared. As you should be too, because if you ever make me dream about things I can't have I will sue you like my name is Sue. (Did that scare you?? If not then just remember that I have blue hair now and that means I'm punk rock and I can totally kick your ass. Because punk rockers are really, really tough.)