snapshots
when i say goodbye you say hello. hello hello...
hello again, livejournal. an update sans bullet points:
to follow up on my last post, my two week plus period finally ended three days ago. but now i'm spotting. this has got to stop.
bought a car. emphasizing bought because it was key that i avoid making monthly payments as auto insurance is putting a strain on my after bills income. she's an '89 light blue volvo 240dl sedan. got her cleaned up this past weekend and somehow i feel like that officially made her my car.
people have expressed surprise that i still ride my bike, and i honestly don't get it. i'm a 20 minute ride away from the office. why not bike it? weather's great. it's freeing, it's fun, it's energizing, it's exercise.
for all the rainstorms, frigid winds, assholes who've cut me off and taken my right away (and even that bitch who had the nerve to lay down on her horn after almost hitting me even though she was turning the WRONG way down a one way street anyway and had no business almost colliding into me) biking is still the perfect way to start the day and to end it.
i feel like you're so limited and closed off in a car. with a bike i'm connected to my environment. can stop to take a picture, say hello to an acquaintance, have a chat.
volunteered for the savannah bike census last week. tallied riders for two days. saw a guy i've been admiring from afar whom i had had a quick convo with. i dig his tattoos, his stupid plastic frames, and i dig his bike. he said hello to me and i felt like i giggly thirteen year old and i was okay with that. so excuse my foolish excitement when we passed each other biking to our respective destinations and he waved to me. teehee
i'm going to seattle the first week of july. it's a trip that's going to take a lot of saving. as much as i love nyc dolpa, there's no way i can afford both and i rather explore the country and a new city than go to dolpa. but fuck volks williams is calling my name. this doll hobby. why does it tug at my heart so?
hello again, livejournal. an update sans bullet points:
to follow up on my last post, my two week plus period finally ended three days ago. but now i'm spotting. this has got to stop.
bought a car. emphasizing bought because it was key that i avoid making monthly payments as auto insurance is putting a strain on my after bills income. she's an '89 light blue volvo 240dl sedan. got her cleaned up this past weekend and somehow i feel like that officially made her my car.
people have expressed surprise that i still ride my bike, and i honestly don't get it. i'm a 20 minute ride away from the office. why not bike it? weather's great. it's freeing, it's fun, it's energizing, it's exercise.
for all the rainstorms, frigid winds, assholes who've cut me off and taken my right away (and even that bitch who had the nerve to lay down on her horn after almost hitting me even though she was turning the WRONG way down a one way street anyway and had no business almost colliding into me) biking is still the perfect way to start the day and to end it.
i feel like you're so limited and closed off in a car. with a bike i'm connected to my environment. can stop to take a picture, say hello to an acquaintance, have a chat.
volunteered for the savannah bike census last week. tallied riders for two days. saw a guy i've been admiring from afar whom i had had a quick convo with. i dig his tattoos, his stupid plastic frames, and i dig his bike. he said hello to me and i felt like i giggly thirteen year old and i was okay with that. so excuse my foolish excitement when we passed each other biking to our respective destinations and he waved to me. teehee
i'm going to seattle the first week of july. it's a trip that's going to take a lot of saving. as much as i love nyc dolpa, there's no way i can afford both and i rather explore the country and a new city than go to dolpa. but fuck volks williams is calling my name. this doll hobby. why does it tug at my heart so?