greyout

I recently took time to examine my life and I have come to the conclusion that I bare a striking resemblence to Wile E. Coyote. I have many grand plans, I execute them flawlessly, and I end up falling off a cliff just the same. Or I crash into a fake tunnel or I get run over by a train that comes out of a tunnel that was suposed to be fake. Or maybe my rocket just explodes. Or my spring shoes end up around my ears and I turn into a human accordian. I guess that metaphor got a little out of hand. Where the hell was I going with this anyway? I guess I just want something to go exactly as planned. That would be nice.