Someday,
my dear friend,
we'll live together,
in that house by the sea.
We'll own a coffee shop,
a gluten free bakery,
and indulge our wild,
adventure-craving fantasies.
Someday,
my dear friend,
until we find two guys to live up to our impossibly high standards (or your dad's),
we'll bum around America or the world,
finding that our weaknesses lie in accented men (primarily British and Australian blokes)
but being single and not caring--
because we have each other,
our guitars,
my camera,
your laugh,
and every dream we can think of.
Someday,
my dear friend,
we'll break free from whatever chains hold us here--
family drama,
boy drama,
regular drama
ALL KINDS OF DRAMA--
and we'll go and find ourselves,
either by stalking bears in the Alaskan Yukon and trying not to get mauled by a moose,
or by stalking hot surfer dudes in Cali that come in every color.
Someday,
my dear friend,
we'll be free.
And you can be sure we will wreck freakin havoc everywhere.
:D
