I randomly applied for a job at Spruce Meadows. For some reason, against all logic, I really hope I get a phone call about it.
This is logic:
1. Spruce Meadows is in Calgary.
2. I do not live in Calgary. Or even near Calgary.
3. I can't afford to rent somewhere in Calgary by myself.
4. I have other plans and obligations here in Edmonton.
5. What about my horse?
6. This is not a parallel list. The grammar school within me can't believe I just threw a question into an otherwise non-interrogative list.
But the thing is, I secretly want to do something different than what I've been doing. Something that doesn't involve me settling for some lame, boring job the way I've always been doing. Something that involves change.
I keep daydreaming about driving down there with my car all loaded with all the aspects of my life I can't leave behind. So I guess my giant oaf of a horse would be sitting in the passenger seat, grooving along to Simon & Garfunkel, and all of my friends and my boyfriend would be in the back seat, playing my guitar, watching my TV, and trying on my clothes. And then we'd get there, and there would magically be a big house that we could all live in, and it would be fully furnished, and it would be free. And so would I.
Tuesday, February 12, 2008
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A wise man once said, "logic is for dumbies."
That man was struck and killed by a parked car.
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