Things are so close yet so far right now. I wish we had gotten out of here when we were just finishing college like everyone else, when all it took was a little cash and a car that would make it wherever it needed to. The trappings (such a dramatic word) of the life that we do not want to lead are bearing down on us. As far as I'm concerned we could sell it all and hit the open road this afternoon, we know where we want to be, why can't we just get there already? I'm too impatient to think practically. What does health insurance and paid vacation and a house matter if you aren't happy?
On a lighter note, I am absolutely delighted by the concept of dog seat belts. Diet Cherry Dr. Pepper with Bacardi, Urban Decay's Pocket Rockets (lip glosses with scantily clad men on them), and a 1980s anti-Satanism VHS for teenagers, are also tickling my fancy as of late. As is this picture of Prince when he was in high school...
Yes, Prince. If you haven't seen
Under the Cherry Moon, I suggest you do so.
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