I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the ending, we don’t. Perhaps luck exists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance and in peace that comes from knowing you just can’t know it all. You know, life’s funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong...

also, mum got realllllly mad at me for the dog pooing on the ground today.
im going to leave her this note saying.

"Dear mum: It is with great reget and sorrow that im writing to you. i had to elope with my new boyfriend because i wanted to avoid a scene with dad and you. Ive been finding real passion with Zacory and he is so nice-even with all his piercings, tattoos, beard and his motocycle clothes. But its not only the passion mum, im pregnant and Zacory said that we will be very happy. He already owns a trailer in the woods and has a stack of firewood for the whole winter. He wants to have many more children with me and thats now one of my dreams too. Zacory taught me that marijuana doesnt really hurt anyone and we'll be growing it for us and trading it with his friends for all the cocaine and ecstacy we want. in the meantime, we'll pray that science will find a cure for AIDS so Zacory can get better; he sure deserves it !! Dont worry mum, im 17 years old now and i know how to take care of myself. someday im sure we'll be back to visit so you can get to know your grand children.
paige is at home looking after dog.

P.s. - mum none of the above is true. im at home safe in my bed by the time you read this, i just wanted to remind you that there are wrose things in life than the dog pooing.. i love you. :D call me when you get this. "

and im leaving it on her bed for her at her work.... i want to see her reaction :)