Priorities

I went dancing last night, and tonight I had dinner at Conduit. It is on Valencia, and has a fireplace. We drank many bottles of wine. I learned the art of shortening everything you say as much as possible so as to communicate a lot more.

At work: one project has almost finished, and I'm starting something brand new that is pretty fuckin daunting. I see many more late nights in my future. I see many more ways to make many more dollars, too.

I want it all. Not just cute, or smart. Or cuteness. Or smartness. Or fantastic, or bold, or wise, or beautiful, or charming, or sexy. Or even just being any of those.

I want. And I want to be:

All of those. And balling, as well.

Is that too much to ask?

I don't think I could focus my power on anything else but the whole sweet deal. I want enough of all of everything I have ever thought about wanting some of.

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I guess there is also: peaceful, calm, patient and centered.

But I'll have plenty of time to work on those once I'm rich, right? Right.

You can come to lots of calm conclusions while floating on your back in crystal blue blue ocean. With a spliff in your mouth.

I know I have it all mixed up but I usually do, and it somehow works out anyway.

So gnight for now, and sweet dreams.