So I’m traveling down the highway of life (translation: love)….stereo bumpin, Oakley shades kickin, top down, wind billowing thru (yes, thru) my que ball’ish bald head. I don’t have a map and though I know where I want to end up I have no clue how to get there.
At various points along the way you have to stop and see if you like the place you are at now. You pop into the station, grab some dinner or an appetizer or three, fill up the tank while you decide whether better things lie ahead or not. If this seems the place to be then you make yourself comfortable and begin to build a new life. If you feel there’s more out there then this stop is simply “a pee break” on the road happiness. You get back in the ride and continue on your merry way…content with the temporary satisfaction you’ve just experienced, tummy full and batteries recharged, ready to climb back into the steel chariot of love and do battle once again. I did a lot of peeing last year and you might even say I got peed on a couple of times. This year, sad to say, looks like more of the same.
This post was inspired by Belle….my latest pee break. I think I’ll loop around and fill’er up here again sometime in the future. The cooking wasn’t bad at all. 
P.S. Ain’t I eloquent as all get out?
P.P.S. I guess eloquent doesn’t really apply when you’re typing, does it? Oh well…fuck y’all.