raised with religion

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.

Sincerely,

UO student.

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.