If I wasn’t here I could be:
Eating waffles or crepes or bacon.
Or WAFFLES AND CREPES AND BACON!
Flying a kite with a rainbow burrito on it.
Planning a trip to Coachella to see the bands in the smallest font type.
Buying a high E string for my guitar.
Smelling clean laundry.
Staring at free-range chickens.
Slipping on banana peels and smashing mailboxes–maybe not, they lack mailboxes in this neighborhood.
Not eating Cup-O-Noodles.
Laughing at mammals…’cause why would you laugh at reptiles and insects?!??
Starting a band, I would call them…uhhhhhhhh. Know what, I will name it: The Kiwi + the kind of shirt you are wearing+ the letter “s”. Bada Bing Bada Boom.
Sitting by a bonfire.
Not freaking out about my recording class.
Jumping on a trampoline wearing colorful striped socks.
Buying some goggles…for my non-existing airplane, though they may come in useful if I joined a sports team of some sort, and I shall be called “Goggles”.