One of these days I'm just going to sell everything, move to Idaho, and open a childrens' book store. All sales will be done by calculator and paper and pencil.
On Sundays I'll dress up like a clown and have story time.
Fuck it. There's going to be crafts.
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Climb every mountain,
ford every stream
Follow every rainbow,
till you find your dream
A dream that will need,
all the love you can give
Everyday of your life,
for as long as you live
Climb every mountain,
ford every stream
Follow every rainbow,
till you find your... dream...
Can't say the thought hasn't crossed my mind once or twice. Well, except for the whole childrens bookstore part. And the story time. And the whole clown thing. And who the hell has time for crafts? Wait, what were we talking about?
If you do, you'd be in my neck of the woods. (I live just across the border in E. Washington.) If you haven't been here, it is lovely country.
The winters can be a bit of a bitch, but other than that, it's good livin'.
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