Sometimes I wonder, with the whole Noah’s Ark thing… did we lose a few species in the mix?
I like to think that the Unicorns, being super playful and cute, were out playing their unicorn games and missed the boat. Ok, I’m being silly, but on a more serious note, although still not uber serious… today I realized Ive been chasing after a Unicorn.
If you aren’t sure what I mean, ‘chasing a unicorn’ is a metaphor, sometimes used to describe the pursuit of something that’s, for all intents and purposes, unobtainable as unicorns don’t exist. This person exists, but… doesn’t. It’s hard to explain. I’m just tired of games. Maybe I’m too nice?
Aside from Unicorns, I’ve been tempted to steal from Norah Jones and call it chasing a pirate (i.e. her song Chasing Pirates) however, pirates are dirty and I wouldn’t want to chase one of those. 
Here’s here song though in case you live under a rock:
All I can say is I’m a little sad. I still want the unicorn. And yes, I know that makes me silly and stupid.
