My dream job.... Would be as a freelance illustrator working mainly with b/w portraits of people, dogs, and other animals. Work my own hours without someone hovering over me and a schedule so rigid it bends about as much as tempered steel.
Anything that you haven't fought for isn't going to be appreciated. It takes blood, sweat, and a large amount of tears before you appreciate what you have.
babysitting muslim midgets in a hot little straw house on top of a submarine
Is it that by its indefiniteness it shadows forth the heartless voids and immensities of the universe, and thus stabs us from behind with the thought of annihilation, when beholding the white depths of the milky way?