There are two things I fantasize about. A particular girl (you know who you are) and having a vehicle. The reality of either would make me deleriously happy.

I can't help but think about vehicular fulfillment, especially in times like these. The family is fit to be committed. Send them all away to some dark asylmn where they can be later recruited for a demolition derby. Can't seem to get anyone to understand my view of things on the issue. I see it very simply; this is how I am, this is what I do. My way or the highway. They can either assert or shut up, but this spineless bitching is really annoying the shit out of me. I just don't see why they can't accept this.

Fuck...I'm falling asleep at the 'board...