She said when speaking about building bikes. My finace comments about my lust making old junk into pieces of noisy art. "I swear, I'm going to come up there one day and you'll be in the corner eating captain crunch tucked up hugging your knees repeating "one more week, I just need one more week and she'll be perrrrrrfect" . To my defence, I love captain crunch, and she shouldn't drag that vice into this conversation. Secondly, gamblers will win once in a while....I've been losing money consistantly thank you very much. Lastly, Well there is no point in denying what she is saying, it's pretty true. If she didn't pull back the reins, I'd be howard hughes-esque in the garage....minus the milk jugs full of pee. If you don't get that, you missed out on a great movie. I'm not saying the pee in juggs was great, but it was a excellent movie. I digress. Anyways, I love it, and I can't immagine ever stopping. I'm just glad she gets it, or get's me..whatever. She might stab me tonight so this post will be really ironic, but if she doesn't, I'll live another day to bring old, broken, rusty, abandoned, mud caked, sacks of monkey crap back to a proud existance.
PS. Building a moped...always wanted one...it's going to be my daily driver.
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