Let's lose the manual and put it together anyway. Let's take shots in the dark and to the heart.

I'd like to be twirling around in my kitchen at midnight, in a frenzy of flying flour and toppled eggs. I'd like to throw it all together on the walls instead of a bowl and watch the room become the oven. There's a thousand things that I'd like to do; all scream chaos and poorly done indie films. But at the end of the day, they all scream laughter and breathin' easy.

What's the point of livin' easy if all you've ever done is follow instructions?