Convert A Bull
And sometimes Convertibullshit
11/01/2009 - 11/06/2009
Sometimes she is the Bull. She stubbornly needed the freedom and independence of always being in the driver's seat, or she could not love me.
And...
(Of course) Sometimes I am the bull. I am stubborn too, and I needed to be converted to a less dominant role. I will be more patient, and let her do her thing (no backseat driving!)
The days go by and we ride to Sedona...Flagstaff...Grand Canyon...Page...and on east, hitting the route originally planned.
Our love hate relationship was graphed like this:
Where the red line is fighting (there will be blood!) and the green line is love (because it makes you sick)
Obviously we are doing well.
This graph is kind of like the Tao of Jones (Invest in us now! Hate is at -300 points. Buy! Buy! Buy!)
If you notice, the night of November fifth we hit a harmonious equilibrium of 310 acts of love and fighting (busy night), and the Tao shifted, which exploded my mind. Sorry, if I am ,from here on, incomprehensible. SaDO kikjif jjjjjjjjj! Ahaldik it the sadkee. I can't feel my tooooesssss! Aka aka dooo.
tanks; and i even like the color!
by georgi r