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so it was nice today, it was really really nice. i biked faster than i have biked in a week. i kicked ass. but it was windy. my gramma says seventeen mph wind. headwind or crosswind? my calf/thigh muscles say WHO GIVES A DAMN? not too bad, it was worse yesterday. nearly blew me off. also? rain. w/e.
there were cops and fire trucks and ambulances everywhere i went today. did anyone else notice this? are we at terror alert orange again? ummm, perhaps i have inhaled noxious gass as part of a terrorism plot and i am being "CONTAINED". is this feasible? guys, if i die, the terrorists win. what.
i'm in the archipelago and i'm waiting to arrive i'm in the archipelago and i know i'm still alive you finally told me what you had been thinking for so long and it breaks my heart wide open but i know that i'll be stronger next time so goodbye my love i'll miss it when it's gone goodbye my love our ship is shipping on goodbye my love i'll give it up into the fog goodbye my love i guess i knew it all along.
for scholars of both popular culture and semi-recent history, i bring you a new teeshirt design. actually, i have not quite designed it yet. but i do bring you a slogan for the win: ABRAHAM LINCOLN DOESN'T CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE. anyone who can satisfactorily explain why this is possibly the most amazing thing ever and i should probably actually make this and then sell it (out) on threadless will be my best friend forever and always. oh god i love my brain. my brain is made of win. fact: abraham lincoln did not, in fact, care about black people. discuss?
i love old-timey movies with sexually ambiguous characters. i love "coding". i love mystery and spies. these doo not necessarily have anything to do with each other. i love women dressed as men and i love when you don't know whether or not they are getting it on with each other but the answer is probably yes. oh god, the thirties!! be still my heart. what am i talking about? it's always still. i'm such a fuckup.
also i can kill you with my braini like french music. one day i will be able to write people letters in french. shit, i will. and read newspapers, too.
there were cops and fire trucks and ambulances everywhere i went today. did anyone else notice this? are we at terror alert orange again? ummm, perhaps i have inhaled noxious gass as part of a terrorism plot and i am being "CONTAINED". is this feasible? guys, if i die, the terrorists win. what.
i'm in the archipelago and i'm waiting to arrive i'm in the archipelago and i know i'm still alive you finally told me what you had been thinking for so long and it breaks my heart wide open but i know that i'll be stronger next time so goodbye my love i'll miss it when it's gone goodbye my love our ship is shipping on goodbye my love i'll give it up into the fog goodbye my love i guess i knew it all along.
for scholars of both popular culture and semi-recent history, i bring you a new teeshirt design. actually, i have not quite designed it yet. but i do bring you a slogan for the win: ABRAHAM LINCOLN DOESN'T CARE ABOUT BLACK PEOPLE. anyone who can satisfactorily explain why this is possibly the most amazing thing ever and i should probably actually make this and then sell it (out) on threadless will be my best friend forever and always. oh god i love my brain. my brain is made of win. fact: abraham lincoln did not, in fact, care about black people. discuss?
i love old-timey movies with sexually ambiguous characters. i love "coding". i love mystery and spies. these doo not necessarily have anything to do with each other. i love women dressed as men and i love when you don't know whether or not they are getting it on with each other but the answer is probably yes. oh god, the thirties!! be still my heart. what am i talking about? it's always still. i'm such a fuckup.
also i can kill you with my braini like french music. one day i will be able to write people letters in french. shit, i will. and read newspapers, too.