Every time it rains (which is pretty often — its Oregon, remember??) I think about how my bike is getting soaked, how my chain is slowing rusting away, AND how my pants are going to look like I shit them after biking home on a wet seat.
I love the rain and my bike, just not together.
Please be kind.
never going to win.
but i will always love spelling words right the first time.
this summer is gonnawanna be fun. and I’m nervous with anticipation.
haven’t felt this good in at least 2 years. easy.
This blog needs more direction. Until then, I will be posting like a madman to find my way.
I was much cooler in high school than I am today.