When people ask me what I want to do (which they are wont to do (homonyms, what's up) now that I am unemployed in a new city) I respond, "I don't know," take a big swig of beer, "I'm on vacation."
What I mean to say is, "Well, I want to be a photographer, graphic designer, a writer & I want to tutor kids in writing while being a certified personal trainer. I want to start a business where I take photos of kids because they are the only people worth photographing because they are still honest. I also would like to marry a rich man who gives me money to start some frivolous company that I know is a joke, but it takes up my time and I can go on 10 mile runs every day, midday, whenever. I also never want to get married because I don't trust men and I am worried I might actually one day ask my husband this question, 'Yeah, well then let me smell IT, Stephen.' I wanna be well-known but not famous. I want to work hard, but not live to work. I want to do everything and I am scared to death that I will, in fact, do nothing."
So, I don't know. I don't really want to be asked that question. I got some figuring to do in the meantime, though, hey?
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