Brad and Emilee had their baby yesterday.
that leaves me, Robbie and Craig as the only three of our immediate tribe that have never been married or had children on purpose or otherwise. my twin soul doesn't think that she's able to conceive, but i think she'll be surprised before too long. Craig's ideal woman is beyond my realm of imagination, while rob's is more believable, but i have a hard time completely believing that he could be a committed father; i know his dad and rob's resulting free-radical lifestyle.
maybe it's different for most men than it is for women; i have no drive to procreate...my proverbial biological clock isn't ticking, it's digital and has been blinking "12:00" for years.
still, flipping through the blueprints in the folder marked "Pipe Dreams," i romanticize the thought of life after the first objective--finishing school. i've been doing it so long that it's all i really know; i can't really imagine not having a seemingly never-ending list of classes to attend. now that it's really almost over, i'm facing the exciting unkown of completing the other objectives, each one allowing the next to happen: moving again and living somewhere i've most likely not yet been, having a career i don't hate, living in a house that i own, coming home every day to the unquestionable commitment of an amazing, inspiring woman whose loyalty and admiration for me is only mirrored by mine for her.
maybe i'll even get a dog.
everyone had a friend growing up whose dad was an old man, more like a grandfather.
if i ever have a kid, it looks like i'll be carrying on that tradition.
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someday i'll have a place with two bathrooms.
i already have two bedrooms, one of which is a full-time music studio, but i've discovered that the bathroom makes a better vocal booth than a cluttered closet.
when i have two bathrooms, i'll never have to go without a shower and pee in the sink when i'm in the process of recording vocals.
that leaves me, Robbie and Craig as the only three of our immediate tribe that have never been married or had children on purpose or otherwise. my twin soul doesn't think that she's able to conceive, but i think she'll be surprised before too long. Craig's ideal woman is beyond my realm of imagination, while rob's is more believable, but i have a hard time completely believing that he could be a committed father; i know his dad and rob's resulting free-radical lifestyle.
maybe it's different for most men than it is for women; i have no drive to procreate...my proverbial biological clock isn't ticking, it's digital and has been blinking "12:00" for years.
still, flipping through the blueprints in the folder marked "Pipe Dreams," i romanticize the thought of life after the first objective--finishing school. i've been doing it so long that it's all i really know; i can't really imagine not having a seemingly never-ending list of classes to attend. now that it's really almost over, i'm facing the exciting unkown of completing the other objectives, each one allowing the next to happen: moving again and living somewhere i've most likely not yet been, having a career i don't hate, living in a house that i own, coming home every day to the unquestionable commitment of an amazing, inspiring woman whose loyalty and admiration for me is only mirrored by mine for her.
maybe i'll even get a dog.
everyone had a friend growing up whose dad was an old man, more like a grandfather.
if i ever have a kid, it looks like i'll be carrying on that tradition.
****
someday i'll have a place with two bathrooms.
i already have two bedrooms, one of which is a full-time music studio, but i've discovered that the bathroom makes a better vocal booth than a cluttered closet.
when i have two bathrooms, i'll never have to go without a shower and pee in the sink when i'm in the process of recording vocals.