here it comes to wreck the day
the time and love i burned to have it end this way
is the only thing that makes me stay
close to the fire
the coming rain smells of new
promises i'll make to you
the way i break them will be clean
where is the fire?
burn burn the day away
come and rain on me
so, even though i ate dinner two and a half hours ago, i almost just dove through the tv screen to get at the wendy's burger they just showed. YUMs.
so, yeah, the title. it never fails. i get to a point in life where i'm starting to feel accomplished and making headway and stuff, and here comes the desire for something else. many times, in the last couple of years, i've gotten to comfortable places, and then stuff comes up. like, moving to atlanta to get into sports broadcasting again. well, it's come around again. i'm in a pretty ok place. financially, spiritually, physically (i'm getting there). and THERE it is. i am now dying to move to LA and start acting. now, you may think i'm joking, and i can't stress how much i'm NOT.
not many people know about it, but i've always wanted to do it. when i graduated, i made a deal with myself that i wouldn't try until i paid off my school loans. i will probably never pay off my school loans, so why not just go ahead and try it?
it's always in my head. always. (look out, here comes molten-hot crazy). i think about it a lot when i'm driving, for some crazy reason. and i MAY or may not do interviews with conan o'brien (just kidding. maybe.) i've acted before. quite a bit, actually. now, i'm not one to toot my own horn so...i just won't say anything. haha. it took me eight minutes to think of that.
i had been thinking about it for awhile, and then the other night i watched the 2-hour true hollywood story of Friends, and all-of-the-sudden i was absolutely enthralled with the idea again. i don't even really care if i become super famous. seriously. i just want to be respected as a good actor. and maybe write some.
so, why does this pop up when i'm finally getting comfortable? because i'm finally getting comfortable. and i always want something more. i can't become content for some reason. cuckoo! (this is the "crazy" cuckoo, not the Gob dance from Arrested Development. and no, i did not edit this post in any way.)
that thing at the beginning of the post? i wrote that.