Proof That I Exist.

i joined facebook.

please kill me.

I once was addicted but now I just use.

I can't be coherent with all this noise, so fuck it.

All those silly little less-than-140 posts are from my fone, because thats the future. I guess. So, fuck the future. And everyone in it except the people I like, but other wise fuck your futureself.

Work sucks, I want to ride my bike.

Im going to be taking a short Hiatus from this blog to post over at this blog because its rad. And so are the people behind it.

Kevin and I started a band, its called "clot." and it will explode your brain. Seriously. All because of Pabst and Thou. Who knew! I ought to also review some records here since i've done so well with the Vinyl habit lately but I probably wont because fuck it.

Im going to bed, and tommorow i'll be posting at The Oh Shit Handle .com. suckers.

Can I say cunt on your blog? Sure hope so.

clot.

I just did a no handed trackstand whislt a bagpipe procession rolled by.... BIKE CULT!

Drinking, Spanking, Smoking, Random gay dudes in the bathroom at Dennys, Germany. What a night...

BMW...

My job is lame but I dont mind that. Its the socio-political bullshit that makes me hate it. I can handle the vacuous monotony of cleaning the same cars every day of every week of you get the fuckin idea. Its the necessity to babysit adults, and help them park thier cars and remind them where the keys came from. Its drama, suicide inspiring drama. Mindless, idiotic drooling skulls. Crybaby rich people. Wash your own fucking car. Someone at my lunch.

And I missed critical mass.

fuck.

My order from City Grounds shipped today! Will be building a new front, 650c. Excited to build another wheel and get rid of the toe overlap at last!