HAH! I bought $20 worth of RedBull so I could stay awake for twenty-four plus hours, forcing my circadian rhythm back into something resembling normal and I ended up not needing it. Anybody want to trade me a box of Booberry (or Frankenberry) Crunch for a couple cans of RedBull?
Time for new bicycle shoes. I've got some old Answer shoes but they're too small... Read More
I was invited to watch Spaced with the guys I work with. It's Edgar Wright's sitcom before Shaun of the Dead, he sent me a copy a while back and my DVD player hates it so the boys are taking pity on me so they can see it.
But I'd rather get out, I've been laid out with a flu and could use some interesting conversation. Or at the very least, motorcycle shop talk and fart jokes. I work til 6.
Ok, here's the deal: you can listen to as much top 40, AOR pop junk that you like. That's your part of the deal. You can sing along. You can dance around. You can tell me how cute and talented you think Pierre Bouvier is. You can write detailed slash fiction about Nelly and Tim McGraw. I will look at your photo-realistic illustrations of the... Read More
Dude, I never said Pierre Bouvier was talented. But he sure is some fucking great eye candy and there's no way that I'd turn him down if he showed up at my door with flowers and horny and with that irrestible grin... hell, lose the flowers, I don't care. Add a full sleeve, a lip ring and earrings and he's my perfect physical male specimen. I don't care what you all think... I don't care. Laugh at me if you want... I'm the female here... I have the vagina.
I named my cat Pierre after the aforementioned PB...
I don't sing along to Top40. However, "In a perfect world, this would never happen...."... ironic, yes?
I quit caffeine a few days ago. That was stupid. Ow, ow, ow. It feels like Europe is living in my head (the band, not the continent) and playing The Final Countdown over and over and over and over again.
I was lying on the couch, minding my own business, watching a little CBC, when A BAT FLEW INTO MY LIVING ROOM. They live in the walls, like Aliens (they mostly come out at night. Mostly).
Bats are the cutest little flying rodents ever. They're like kittens with wings, or small, fuzzy, disease carrying suicidegirls. I wouldn't hump one or anything, but they are prettier... Read More
I've been working out, which means that, while my sternum doesn't make cracking sounds anymore, every other joint in my body does. I AM HUMAN BUBBLE WRAP. LOVE ME.
Assholes: If it's not foggy you don't need to have your fog lights on. This holds doubly true for the Colin McRae wanna be with the fully lit rally light bar and high beams. I hope... Read More
Everyone loves bubble wrap, I haven't met a single person who hasn't obsessed over popping its tiny landscape of air pockets until someone rips it out of thier hands.
By your logic you'd also qualify as Rice Crispies.
Looking at a bottle of Unicum's Bitter... what's in that anyway?
Yeah man I think it might be fun to do up one of those bad boys and piss around town on it. Maybe I should buy another sport bike too. My Arai Harada 2 replica helmet might not suit the cafe racer.
I wish I had your problem with booze, I have an inhuman ability to metabolize alocohol with the quickened pace of a top fuel dragster. Perhaps if I took a very lengthy absence from it, I knock it down by a few drinks. I'm going into winter hermitage anyway so it's a good time. I'm getting the feeling I'm going to wake up one morning and see a note from my liver that reads:
I'm sorry it didn't work out between us, you know I love you, I've filtered all your poison and toxins since you were born but I have to leave you for someone who won't abuse me and treats me with the respect I deserve.
take care of yourself,
your liver.
I'm bummed I missed you this week. Come down after the horrordays and we'll go sit on bikes across the street.
Oh man. I leave my car to warm up, decide to check SG and the Twwly set I shot is up! FYI, it's warmer outside now than it was when she was modeling for that. She accidentally bumped into the windshield of the truck and cut holes in it with her nipples of doom.
CBR 600F3 for years (full racing leathers too) but I just sold it at the end of this season, going to buy something else but actually thinking of not getting another sport bike *gasp* and perhaps an old cafe racer I can do up Frankenstein style. I love sport bikes though, did a few track days at Shannonville, what a blast.
Can't wait for the spring, winter depresses me cos I can't ride. I'm sure you know how that is.
My friend's fiancee wasn't allowed into America, so he's on the watch list with me now! Sucker! He was going down to America to buy an American company and the customs dick wouldn't let him into the country. The funny thing? He works for an oil company. Of all the possible people not to allow in America, I... Read More
Jeremy Clarkson is the best person in the world. Even if you hate cars, read the articles -- they're hilarious.
On America:
Its the little things that baffle me most of all. The way every coffee shop plays Pachelbels canon in D on the Muzak system, the way the middle classes dont wear socks, the way they address one another in such loud voices across... Read More
Happy Valentines Day
But I'd rather get out, I've been laid out with a flu and could use some interesting conversation. Or at the very least, motorcycle shop talk and fart jokes. I work til 6.