the sound of your voice

[threeplusfire]

This day was better than yesterday. So it's okay. I'm thinking about dying my hair black again. It sounds like a good idea. I'm tired of the brown. I look much more like the real me inside my head that way. I need a hair cut something awful but I still haven't made up my mind what to do.

All day long I find myself matching the cadence of my speech to my callers. I hear an accent I never knew I had when talking to angry grandmothers. I laugh with my policemen friends all over, and we joke about the stupidity of these criminal jerks. I try to sound soothing with the crazy people. It's weird. I think it is starting to affect my speech outside of work, but maybe I'm just imagining things.

I want to be swimming. I want a cold beverage. I want a cigarette. I want to be away from the desk, away from the computer, just away.

Here's a poll, just for the sake of frivolity: Say through some magical crazy act of the universe you ended up with $32,000. A little frog gives it to you, or a nice man in a business suit rewards you for uttering some random bit of wisdom on a sidewalk. Somehow, somewhere, you end up with all this money. What do you do? Are you the type of person to pay your bills? Are you going to take a fabulous trip? Do you invest it in a bank, in a house, in that sexy vintage motorbike of your dreams? I'm just curious. This poll brought to you by me and my lottery ticket.

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[abbismom.livejournal.com]

Pay off debts. Sigh. There'd be nothing left after that. At least that would take care of the debts. But, with my monthly income freed up, I would go part-time at our lovely place of employment and rent a Bastrop office to start up my counseling practice. Home and Lawn improvements: deck on the back, new carpeting, fence, level back yard, new grass, benches, gazebo at the end of our little pond path, bunches and bunches of plants, a pier, a paddle boat...oh and lots of Kythryne blings for my friends, family, and me! Go to one of her NYC workshops so I can learn her craft and transform it into my own. Save for money for a trip to Hawaii. Have time to work on my book of poetry and another book of a serial killer. ahhh...the dreams go on and on! what a great question.