Goal like aspirations.

Someday.

You hear that a lot.

Someday, I'm going to be rich and famous.

Someday, I'm going to own a huge ass house.

Someday, I'm going to own a sweeeet ass sports car. Or seven.

Someday, I'll go to Africa and help the sick people.

Someday, I'll pull a Mother Theresa and be a tiny ninja bad ass lady with huge hands and the Big Guy on my side.

Someday, I'm going to travel. See the world without a care in it.

Someday, I'll have wrestling mats in my basement.

Someday, I'll see a real live ice cream truck.

Someday, I'll loose this weight.

Someday, I'll actually keep my diet going.

Someday, I'll quit caring.

Someday, I'll grow up.

Someday, I'll get a job.

Someday, I'll actually get my ass in gear.

Someday, I'll beat the SHIT out of that little priss.

Someday, I'll tell the people close to me what they actually mean to me.

Someday, someday...

Someday, maybe we could talk this out.

Use our words.

You know, like blah blah blah. Yeah, but better.

Someday, we'll be chill.

Yeah.

Right about the same time I become a bad ass vintage hipster starving artist chick backpacking across Europe and start figuring out where I want to settle down after my escapades.

Someday, I'll be amazing.

And I rreeeaaaally want you to see it happen.

♥