Saturday, July 29, 2006

Eating away at the mother feeding try how long

I feel strange today. Tired. Eating potatah salad. I fell asleep with the light on last night. I was tired. I woke up at 4:30 and realized I didn't remember falling asleep. What a weird feeling.

I picked up my new bike today! I left my old one on the curb with a note that said "Please take the rest of me." It was sad. Maybe someone will pick up the curse from me. That bike was the worst. It still is. It's going to come to me in my nightmares, I just know it.

Bjork is good. I like to say it "Ba-jork" because I'm uncultured and hate Iceland, just like they told me to in D2.

I'm going to buy Zombiegeddon! soon. I think I want to spend over 25 bucks and get free shipping. Maybe I should also get Kentucky Fried Movie. Yes. Yes, I think I will. Any other other book/movie/music suggestions?
Um, yes. Ok, I shall now introduce 2F to my 4 other readers. Courtney and Anne. They have pictures of guys with beards and huge weird guitars. It wild and crazy stuff!

Still no internet at my house. I feel strangely liberated. But also mad at Verizon. But not as mad as I would be if I was paying the bill. Which I'm not.

I am, however, looking for a place starting in September. Any hot leads on houses looking for people or for cheap studios/1 bedrooms, let me know.

Hoo ah!

Monday, July 17, 2006


So yes. Internet at home is still broken, and Verizon can suck it big. I have internet at work, but also a lot to do at work. Hence, no updating. And not much checking of other people's stuff. So I whole-heartedly apologize for not responding.

My bike has been struck a death blow. In a move that will be remembered by my friends and family, someone stole the rear wheel off my bike, rendering the death trap useless. It looks much like a dog without any rear legs. It's very sad, and it's still tethered to the porch by the frame and front wheel, whimpering and begging to be taken out back like Old Yeller. We'll just tell it that it's going out to stud.

My relationship with that fucking bike was like an abusive relationship. I just kept coming back even though it just get pissing me off and hurting me, and I wasn't going to stop until it killed me. So thank you, Rear Wheel Thief: you saved me from myself.

I'm getting a new bike soon, I hope. I'm sick of stupid Septa. Stupid stupid stupid. Now I have to go back to work. Boo.