Tuesday, March 25, 2008
Dont tell my heart...
my achy breaky heart,
I just don't think he'd understand.
'Cause if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.
The engine is in the rex, went in today, its bolted down, and ready to have everything hooked back up.
He said he might tinker with it tonight, and will tomorrow, but with a week to go till it must be finished, i know hes going to take his time.
When i saw it in the factory today i got all sentimental... mostly mental...
i stood there and looked at it for a while, wondering why this one looks so much better than every other one on the road, and it really does to me... because its mine. It sits low, it shines thru the dirt, its a pleasure to look at, just not to own...
I dont want to get rid of it, but i have to, its like making the decision to put a pet down, you just want more time with it, even tho you know you have to put it down. You think about all the good times you had with the animal and how much youll miss it when its gone, altho i think about all the good times i could have had with the animal, all the hot summer days i could have had in air conditioned comfort, all the cruises i could have looked like a wanker for... etc...
The test is a week today, itll pass...
What will i talk about now? Boring everyone to tears with my endless sulking about my car will soon draw to a close... ill have to take a vow of silence till i find something else to sulk about... Never mind, itll come.
I just don't think he'd understand.
'Cause if you tell my heart, my achy breaky heart,
He might blow up and kill this man.
The engine is in the rex, went in today, its bolted down, and ready to have everything hooked back up.
He said he might tinker with it tonight, and will tomorrow, but with a week to go till it must be finished, i know hes going to take his time.
When i saw it in the factory today i got all sentimental... mostly mental...
i stood there and looked at it for a while, wondering why this one looks so much better than every other one on the road, and it really does to me... because its mine. It sits low, it shines thru the dirt, its a pleasure to look at, just not to own...
I dont want to get rid of it, but i have to, its like making the decision to put a pet down, you just want more time with it, even tho you know you have to put it down. You think about all the good times you had with the animal and how much youll miss it when its gone, altho i think about all the good times i could have had with the animal, all the hot summer days i could have had in air conditioned comfort, all the cruises i could have looked like a wanker for... etc...
The test is a week today, itll pass...
What will i talk about now? Boring everyone to tears with my endless sulking about my car will soon draw to a close... ill have to take a vow of silence till i find something else to sulk about... Never mind, itll come.
