Vague Insanty 008

Okay for the sake of argument let's say that I was this random guy with a skin condition. It wouldn't have to be a bad skin condition, not something disfiguring or anything, but let's say it was mildly annoying and children screamed in terror - but not overly much.

And as this random dude with a skin condition my only life's dream would be to achieve total peace and happiness whilst teaching a cat to play jazz piano.

So you've seen what's screwed me here. I have this skin condition and I somehow have tricked myself into believing that cats can play the piano. But cats can't play the piano, because they aren't dedicated enough. Piano takes practice and skill.

Forget that actually I can't play piano myself, but hey, what the hell are the odds I could teach it to an attentive, creative, willing cat?

I think it would help if I focused my dreams and desires towards achieving things that I actually know how to do - like sleeping, and lying to people, and eating really greasy corn dogs.

I could sleep late, eat a corndog while lying to you, and hell I would enjoy it. And I wouldn't have to sneeze either with some mangy cat walking on black keys.

From now on, my goals are going to be achievable, and possibly immoral, and most likely illegal.