| 1/16/02 | When I become a parent, I won't... | |
| I probably won't fly an aeroplane, jump onto a speeding bus, bake shoelaces for dinner, mop the clean wall, drive a cat into an astrological ring, camp under the ocean, burn celery under my eyelids, surf on trees, make sweet sweet sugar into brass legislation, ride in an elevator with steps leading up to it, use charcoal instead of propane, pick up a building with one hand, write with a dog instead of a pencil, somehow cause the oceans to reverse & the skies to be below us, take a pail of water to the water fountain, run & walk simultaniously, vase harvesters, unscrew a soda cap that says you've won 1,000,000 dollars, rake my couch 13 months straight for the purpose of getting an unsalad droor in my dresser, look at my toes & renew my soup, loose weight, grind my teeth on a rail, lock a cranberry low under a train 8 times and then finally eat cheese without a permit. | ||