I caught a meme

Tina passed this meme on to me, and no topical cream is getting rid of it. It's still there, and I have no choice but to take it by the horns and ride it out, embarrassing as it may be. So.... I guess it's like a rash.. AND a bull. A rashy bull. I have daily little stupid fantasies that are so ridiculous, and I cannot seem to remember any good ones at the moment. But I love Tina, and all of her monkeyesque gallivanting, so I will list 3 of my boring old standard fantasies.

1. I am the greatest artist in the universe. I paint, and people weep. I sculpt, and they quiver. I sign my name, and they gush over my beautiful penmanship. My house looks like heaven, lovingly adorned with all of my work. I never run out of inspiration, and am completely fulfilled by this passion. People give their left nipples for me to paint their portraits. Consequently, I have a large box of nipples in my sock drawer. ( haha, that last part is not in the fantasy.)

2. I sing and play the guitar and piano. I have one little fantasy of me singing in a bar, sitting on a stool, playing the guitar.. my own song, of course... and everyone in the bar instantly falls in love with my voice/me. My voice is clear and strong, and maybe a little raspy at at times - not smoker raspy, just sexy and gritty. My voice flows out effortlessly, and gives people the chills. Also, my hair and skin are glowing, and I look like an angel. And I am wearing no makeup other than lip gloss. I have another one where I am singing a duet (same scenario) with some famous male singer, and he is BLOWN away by my talent and charisma. My extreme coolness keeps me from even caring very much. I sing for the JOY of it, not for the fame, which I could have if I wanted. My songs change peoples' lives.
I would sing ALL OF THE TIME if I had a beautiful voice, especially to my daughters.

3. I picture myself running down a path, strong and lean, and enjoying every minute of it. I am an athlete, and LOVE to run, bike, hike and rock climb, and I ACTUALLY DO THESE THINGS. I eat healthily, with no food issues whatsoever, and have glowing, sweaty, sun kissed skin from all of my outdoursin' around. My energy is limitless. My body is a temple. (In reality, my body is more like a 7Eleven, full of junk, preservatives and celebrity gossip.) Another big fantasy here is of me dancing - on a stage, in a club, on TV.. everywhere.. so graceful and coordinated. It is the funnest workout ever - my daughters dance with me, and I teach them my unbelieveable moves, which they pick up easily, as they have my dance queen genes. People gawk at me in envious fascination, thinking, "How does she DO that?! Amazing! Beautiful!" Any good dance song starts this little fantasy up.

These fantasies make me realize that I am a lazy cow. I could actually be doing things to reach some of these goals, but I am not. Instead, I will go eat some Kraft Dinner. In the words of Tina, GOOD DAY SIR.

Anybody else have a little daydream to share? I love to hear these.

ps- Now I keep thinking of more... I've got a good one where I can heal people, and a kick ass psychic one.
OK, I'm done.