I’d rather be doing many things or be in many other places….
I’d rather be writing a screenplay, a novel, anything. I’d rather be a professional writer, but lack the talent or determination to actually make that happen.
I’d rather have romantically, slacker-filled drifting days that consist of walking in the rain because I don’t care if I get wet, sitting in cafes when they aren’t full and lazily sipping cappuchinos with absolutely nowhere to go.
I’d rather be on Pajama Island – the new reality tv show starring Arlie, Stephanie and Roley with guest appearances by our friends.
I’d rather be sitting on a beach sweating from tropical humidity with my laptop and a pina colada.
I’d rather be discovering cures for lupus in a super secret underground lair with Mr. Bigglesworth.
I’d rather be spending the day naked in bed staring into someone’s eyes, connecting the dots with their freckles and inquiring about childhood scars. Drifting in and out of a languid sleep.
I’d rather be watching new episodes of Arrested Development developed by Showtime.
I’d rather be in a bubble bath.
I’d rather be enjoying the company of friends, sharing a bottle of the house red (because you hardly notice when you are laughing so hard) and pouring over the menu because the biggest decision that I have to make is what to order for my main.
I’d rather be driving in my Smart down PCH, listening to the new Dimitri from Paris, wearing my big Ralph Lauren sunglasses.
