My life is no longer simple.
My life needs to die, and I need to runaway to Hawaii, or some other place that sounds really cool.
ya know, because I can.
Maybe I could road trip to see Collin Raye, just because I want too, and because I don't have a significant other to call my Mr. Valentine that day. Maybe, just maybe he would let me join him on the stage.
For now I have my wire to keep me company.
That's right my wire.
Me and my Pops have been workin' on this bugger all day long.
I can no longer be the hand model that I once was striving to be, sarcasm.
I've got scrapes, bruises, permanent black, at one time bloody, fingers, and a smug smile on my face,
because we did it.
We gave each other a whoppin' high five just to add to the excitement of never bending another piece of wire with out our own free will.
The homework just seems to flow here from all directions
One day I won't have it...what will I do then.