"Eat, sleep, fuck and flee; in four words, that’s me."
I woke up today.
"Love! I shall not love, yet I’ll still sing about it.
I hope it covers the ocean in slime, the drama and drool.
I’m leaking the blood of a fool. (I’m full of it, I’m full of it, I’m full.)
Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight. Rat poison for dinner,
pull the chord from the phone. I am dining alone.
Tonight.
Oh I am dining alone.
Tonight. Tonight. Tonight."
Ok, let me back up a bit, I think I’m jumping ahead of myself. Yesterday I rode my bike 8 miles in a monsoon. At first I kept a steady pace of about 20mph, dodging the puddles here and there. I didn’t want to get too too dirty given I was going to get the rest of my pasta from Brenden’s house. I wanted to still look presentable.
I got about a fifth of the way home, and the next thing I realize is that the river I was riding next to was overflowing, I could only see a few paces in front of my bike, and my oakley’s were quickly becoming fogged up.
/ugh.
I decided to hell with keeping my clothes cleaned. I figured making sure I wasn’t soaked completely to the bone was a smarter idea. I got home home, picked up my leftover pasta and came home.
Dead beat. Ridiculous.
It’s amazing what a soaked through and through ride will do to you.
Today I decieded to take a break and ride the lightrail. It was so awesome. Just to relax on the way to work. I can’t believe how much I had taken it for granted. I think tommorow to "treat" myself I’ll take the lightrail, then on friday get back on the bike.
/ugh.
/double ugh.
So in other news(and boy do I have a ton), but for tonight I’ll leave it to the fact that I’m getting a pet.
A little gecko. I’ve been reading up on them for the past month now, I went out and bought everything for it and this weekend I will be picking one or two up. I’m excited. I need something to talk to.
That’s another story.
The alcohol is getting to me, and boy it feels good.
Night all …
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