Leroy and Cheryl.

On the way home to Kansas today I saw something that I have never witnessed in person before. I saw someone actually stop and pick up a hitch hiker, it was awesome. I even slowed way down and rolled my window down, I guess I was hoping to hear the conversation that was about to go underway. Unfortunately, I couldn't hear across the interstate, but I imagine it went something like this,
"Where ya headed?" asks the kind obese woman in her Mu Mu who just pulled over to the side of the road in her marroon Ford Taurus.
"Well, I was kinda hoping to go West, maybe California." replies older man in an acid wash jean jacket with a beard and a trash bag over his back, (the trash bag is over his back not his beard, he probably wouldn't have gotten picked up if that was the case)
"You're in luck, I'm headed west, not as far as California but I could get you to Nevada. I'm playing in a poker tournament there. I could use some company."
"Thats mighty kind of you. I would really appreciate it."
"The name is Cheryl."
"Well, I'm Leroy."
"Hop on in Leroy, we're in for a long ride."
And the rest, as they say is history. Cheryl and Leroy either a. fall in love. Or b. one of them kills the other. Either way, it's a classic love story.

Last night while in Norfolk at the Kansas and Foreigner concert while surrounded by middle aged woman decked out in their fanciest Black Hills gold jewelry and men in their best looking Husker gear and faded jeans I had an epiphany. Somewhere in between "Double Vision," and "Cold as Ice," I became enthralled with the idea of finding something to do with my life that I love as much as musicians love playing music. The lighters were in the air, men in cowboy boots held their women on their shoulders while their bellys spilled through their mid driffs and I was mezmorised by the people on stage looking as if they were loving this performance as if it was their first. I mean I always get this feeling when I go to concerts, don't get me wrong, I know it also has something to do with cocktails I consume before hand and during and what not, but a lot of it has to do with watching the people on stage doing something they love and they get paid to do it. I want that damn it, it's not fair. I'm tired of stupid ass people like celebs and reality show creatures doing nothing and getting paid for it. But I supppose they're not exactly "stupid" if they've figured out a way to do something that doesn't totally suck and still make a living. For example, Lauren Conrad has a new book out, "LA Candy," that sounds like a real page turner. I can't figure out how she's written a book that sells, then again she does have that fancy fashion degree doesn't she? I can't believe people actually buy that shit, but they do, you know who you are. Alright now I'm getting all riled and going on a tangent, I need to stop this is just my jealousy speaking. I turned my motivational blog about doing what you love into a negative filled celeb rant. I apoligize. Long story short: I'm gona figure out a way to do something sweet and get paid to do it. I'm going to start my book tomorrow (I'm too tired right now) called "Figuring out Post College in only 365 Days," Ok, it's a working title I'll come up with something better later. Basically, I'm going to write every day about my current job, my dream job, and you know other weird stuff I see along the way as usual, and hopefully in one year will have figured out what to do with my life (career wise.) Hopefully. That's it for now, I have to get a good night sleep if I'm going to start my new life as a novelist tomorrow.
PS- I fianlly have a follower...Thanks Mal ;) I'll give you a shout out when Chelsea Handler has me on her show for the first time.