Good Friday
I considered going to mass this morning. Not for religious purposes, but for the prose piece I've been struggling to finish for too long because of some resurrecting childhood flashbacks. Instead, I overslept. Giving my body the chance to catch up with my latest weeks of riding has left it feeling a bit like Jello. I walked to the grocery store to pick up some brunch necessities. The last few times I've been there I have been decked out in lycra. It was nice to not be stared at as I read the back of labels. And I got complemented on my Batman wallet. A fine way to compliment a lady.
The walk home was cold. I usually don't bring me mittens with me. I don't remember them upon leaving and when I do I decide it's for the better since I am prone to leaving them some where. Or leave just one somewhere. My cold jeans reminded me that there could be worse annoyances. Like cold wet jeans. Or cold wet sandy jeans.
After my leisurely brunch I filed my taxes. Looks like I will come out with buckets of money this year. I'm considering cashing it all out in nickles. Laughing. And bringing it back to the bank. Realistically and to save on configuration of a plan to carry said nickles home by bike, I'm sure I will blow it all on the foosball table, possibly the fill on my side piece, or be incredibly boring and pay off some bills. Or possibly a pick up and go fund.
I'm still in need of a few interesting action figures for the foosball table. If anyone has some fun ones they are willing to depart with let me know. They shall be in cased in caskets of polyurethane love, line dancing in my foosball table for the rest of history. What could be better than that?
The walk home was cold. I usually don't bring me mittens with me. I don't remember them upon leaving and when I do I decide it's for the better since I am prone to leaving them some where. Or leave just one somewhere. My cold jeans reminded me that there could be worse annoyances. Like cold wet jeans. Or cold wet sandy jeans.
After my leisurely brunch I filed my taxes. Looks like I will come out with buckets of money this year. I'm considering cashing it all out in nickles. Laughing. And bringing it back to the bank. Realistically and to save on configuration of a plan to carry said nickles home by bike, I'm sure I will blow it all on the foosball table, possibly the fill on my side piece, or be incredibly boring and pay off some bills. Or possibly a pick up and go fund.
I'm still in need of a few interesting action figures for the foosball table. If anyone has some fun ones they are willing to depart with let me know. They shall be in cased in caskets of polyurethane love, line dancing in my foosball table for the rest of history. What could be better than that?