what's the word?

I quit, my last day is June 23. Hmm, pretty on-schedule. I've been saying I was gonna quit around mid-June for months. "You poor unfortunate soul, it's sad, but true. If you want to cross the bridge my sweet you've got to pay the toll, take a gulp and take a breath and go ahead and sign the scroll."

Now, I will attempt a most daring feat! I will become a paid chorister! Somehow. (In addition to origamist, by the way.)

"I don't know when, I don't know how, but I know something's starting right now, watch and you'll see, someday I'll be, part of your world."

Why is it we always want more? Will I want more if I become a paid chorister? (Ariel was a princess, the most talented singer among her sisters, but all she wanted was to be human. I guess Ariel and I would love to trade places huh.) I'm living in Chicago, no time is better than the present, it IS possible to be paid to be in a chorus, you know. I have a plan muhahaha. First, I find a teacher. "My dear sweet child, it's what I do. It's what I liiive for. To help poor unfortunate merfolk, like yourself."

Somebody should write an opera for the Little Mermaid.

Maybe I'll get the DVD.

"I'm ready to know what the people know, ask 'em my questions and get some answers, what's a fire, and why does it, what's the word, burn? When's it my turn, wouldn't I love, love to explore that shore up above? Out of the sea, wish I could be, part of that world."