Hey....time for a tantrum.
Why the heck are emotions so wishy washy? I do understand emotions. What I can't wrap my tiny country mind around is why the hell are they confusing?
Take for example...me and my girl, Angel, moving in together. I am excited as a four year old after hearing the chime of the ice cream man at the end of the street. But, and this is the part that confuses this rednecks understanding, I am nervous. Not just nervous, like today is test day and I forgot to study for the past 3 months. I mean like nervous...like a long tail cat in a room of rocking chairs kind of nervous.
Why can't my limited backwoods brain pick an emotion and just run with it? Of course, maybe my bumpkin butt ain't supposed to understand such deep thoughts. Whatever the reasoning, don't let the tantrum fool you. I CANNOT WAIT to finally be with my little Angel on Earth. That is it for now. If the good Lord's willing, and the Greeks don't ride, see ya later.
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