ENTRY # 42 It was a tossaway line that I stepped in and now is stuck to my sole. (soul?)
“Decide the end, then work up to it.”
So I shoot out my vision 10 years, 20 years, some time in the future like I beam for a parking space. (Its the one magical talent I have.) I guess I could make it so to ensure that Im surrounded by the people I want (when I want) still beside me. I could beam that house by the water, with lots of space, and sand. I could eat well and work my body to have those Tina Turner gams, and gravity defying boobs. I could try to make my boys love me enough to visit, but not so much that theyre living with me. It could happen.