I think I'll open up a stationary store that sells paper cranes. The first half of my day will be spent folding colorful paper in all the intricate paper crane ways. The second half of my day would be spent selling each lit'l treasure while washing down fava beans with a nice chianti.
I used to know how to fold paper-cranes, I was taught by a couple boys I babysat when I was in the sixth grade. I tell you, folding cranes is not like learning how to ride a bike, I have most certainly forgot. I couldn't fold a paper crane if my life depended on it. For me to get back on the paper-crane express, I gonna need a Miyagi tutoring in my off hours.
If the paper-cranes store doesn't work out? I think I will design a bullshit calculator that records the crap one has had to put up with during the course of a day. When your ready you hit a fix me button and it prescribes you a feel good solution:
Feel good solution # 1
- 2 Michael Jackson songs
- Ping pong ball sized clump of Oreo filling
- 30 seconds of baby giggles
Feel good solution #2
- 2 wet Yorkshire Terrier noses
- Dipping your feet in a jar of Skittles
- A Gospel choir singing your name in 4 part harmony
I need one of these million dollar ideas to take root soon, I've got a few checks in the mail that could use a stiffer backbone.