"As a way of life, reality is highly overrated." That just says it all. I want a license and a car. That = freedom. It's sad to think that in this reality of ours, a car is needed for freedom. At least the kind I so often find myself looking for. Well, let's not forget about our friend money. That's the key, at least in the view of some. Luckily for me, I can see beyond the single-dimension-happiness that money so fiendishly provides. What I wouldn't give right now to be cruising the PCH, music blasting, alone except for my thoughts. Tonight's an '80s night. Without a doubt. Can't I just for one day abandon my usual life and become someone else? Just say fuck it all and throw everything to the wind? Be the attitude "I don't give a damn cuz I am what I am, even if it's really really bad.."? But no. Not me. Too many inhibitions. I am my own restraint. God forbid I run afoul of my conscience, my ideals. If ever I do, then comes the guilt. Self-employed guilt. And it seems like it would be easy to just brush it off as never having happened, but every thing's a battle. I'd really like to just break free. For a little bit. I'm going now. And UK Decay is the dog's bollocks.