ok.. fisherspooners playing, I'm writing this at work. I wish I was anywhere else but..
I could be home doing somthing brilliant. Somthing fantastcully brilliant, like.. like.. anything else. Perhaps going for a walk, or making somthing worthwhile out of popsycle sticks and papermache. i'm that kind of a girl. God.. theres got to be somthing better then this.. again with the worthwhiles. Caring for cabbage patch kids, saving pound puppies or declaring an unbreakable crayon war with crayola.. what are you doing today? anything worth knowing? anything worth while? anything? anything at all?
Speaking of you.. I envision you, talking on your phone and eating lunch from a box. People around you, your important and somones listening. How can I help you today, What can I get you, Boxed or bagged?.. your chair is comfortable and perhaps theres a photo on your desk. You call and somone answers.. You smile, sit back and sigh.. you look nice and think about some fantastic night your going to have.. the phone rings..back to business..
Is this what its like to be you?
