Thrill

I need a motorcycle. Not want. Need. I rode on the back of one last night and it was . . . words can't even describe it. It was unimaginable, incredible, breathtaking, thrilling . . . no, no none of those will do. I've never experienced such a full body thrill like this before.

The wind flowing through my hair and gently caressing my skin . . . speeding down the road with nothing between me and the atmosphere . . .

Ok, so basically I can survive off of acting, modeling, promotions, and the boat for the next few months (until the boat goes out of season). But I'm going to need to find another job to get some extra cash for my motorcycle. Because I've never wanted a physical object so bad in my life.

This motorcycle is going to be my hobby, my love, my life, and my soulmate. I'm going to marry this motorcycle and he/she and I are going to travel the countryside together.

I have to make this happen.