theres a hippie commune(collective) 15 minutes from my school; possibly considering forgoing higher education, salary, and city/suburbia for living in colorful scarves in a gypsy wagon changing my name to “Lilac Pixie Peaceforall” and wifeying up with a hemp farmer, but our best business venture will be the homemade jam, and herb bread at farmers markets. Our children will be named “Holden”, “Scout”, “Sheep” and “Maya Angelou”; they’ll grow up freethinking and educate themselves through life and jam making, but later be confined by the real world and become crack addicts. Eventually my patchuoli husband and I would realize the impracticality of these idyllic lives, and get real jobs to put our children through rehab. I put a lot of thought into my possible irrational wayward life choices, you should hear my one about the circus; that one is definitely my best.

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3rd Feb 2012 (12:33 pm) - Reblogged from Welcome to Sweet Home Style