To continue sheetmetal hell, I have reached the point of Corvette invisibility on the inside of the Falcon. Some people spend their time figuring out how to make more money, be in charge, take over territories, cure diseases, or other useful things. I just burn metal . . .
The Falcon needed some updating here, since I sullied the blog with so much other crap in semi-recent history. The Ranchero moved to Tennessee, hopefully to a new owner who’s not too pissed off at my dumb ideas/executions. 252 more words
So, I just got out of a relationship, if you can call it a relationship. I remembered when I read New Moon, Twilight Series, Bella felt that there was a hole in her chest when Edward dumped her. 972 more words