Motorcycle & Sidecar

dignal still wants me to turn my back on Life As I Know It and run away to sandy eggo with her come springishtime. i'm hesitant. she'd probably kill my cat, my family is all out here, how could i leave pizza hut?!, i'd have to find a new job, and living expenses would double or triple.

but i don't know...maybe............you never know what God's gonna slap you with next, eh?

Well.

i told her that if it were to happen, i had a prerequisite:

that we purchase a motorcycle and sidecar. and matching cheesequeer helmets. and we should probably have jackets made as well...leather. with something excitingly awful on the back. and our names stitched on the front. and we'll have to get goggle sunglasses.

and about our names...if i'm going to be tooling all over socal in a sidecar with dignal, we need new names. i'm not sure what they should be. thelma and louise are right out (too overdone and obvious). but something that sounds like old lesbians would be nice. sylvia and gertrude. mabel and nancy. none of those are dead on, however. suggestions welcome.

i like to daydream about Motorcycle & Sidecar now. i picture us both in our helmets, fringed leather, and goggles with big cheesy grins on our faces. dignal is driving and i'm eating a grilled cheese sandwich.

OH MAN. we need to get Jezebel some leathers too! yes yes yes.

i think this is going to require some short stories...as soon as my loyal readers give us new names.