so here is another episode of my ranting unfortunately... had a long talk with my mother... dammit... she makes me think sometimes.. first time in so long i feel supported by my family.. they think i should head west and make some money... who knows what might be out there ... but i am plain out scared to leave.. i like the Isle... but hate the ways :S.. and the unknown for work.. money... bills shit... only thing i been lookin for the past 5 years was my love... but i guess that isn't gong to happen.. nor pay the bills but its my fault always lookin for the one :(... guess i need to look at my life differently... do i need to live or do i need to find love to live... what is it... guess i might look a bit harder about heading west... or somewhere... but what shal i do with my shit... store it sell it... take it.. wtf... i know one thing i am NOT going to rid of is my convertible.. that is my pride and joy.. ill die inthat... maybe that is how i will go... out in a blase of nothing but burnt rubber and bent metal one only knows.... i dont know what i want these days.. been like that for awhile now .... shit... i gota find something... i feel i need to wander.. if i hadn't 20grand in debt i would fucken run... drive hide do what ever... well that is my thoughts for today... some imput would be cool from anyone who knows me... hell those who dont... comment anyways... i gota run.... chow...
piece out
god bless
and cheers
Ry