It's just business.
You know, I'm not trying for the martyr thing here, but every now and again I just wanna rub my temples and ask "don't you fuckers get it?" I don't wake up in the morning and say to myself, "Self, this will be a fantastic day to be an asshole to everyone you talk to today. For no reason at all. Hopefully, you will have a chance to jump all up and down someone for no reason at all. Self, you should make sure to do it, too, because there will never ever be a reason to say something to anyone, because everyone is acting rational and intelligent at all times. They have done nothing wrong!"
I don't like doing it, but I like what happens if I don't even less. Who else is going to be the asshole that snaps his fingers in your face and goes "Hey fucker wake up"? On one hand we like to sit back and make fun of the guilds where everyone is all hippie happy hugging motherfuckers that never get anyone done and everyone wallows in their stupid. But on the other, everyone seems to forget exactly how we avoid that. Who else is going to be the asshole? No one, and that's cool. We've settled into our different positions, which is completely fine. So the irony is I wish everyone would eventually get used to the fact I'm being an ass on purpose to keep things moving, whereas I have yet to get used to the inevitable backlash and "Seth is just being an asshole to be an asshole" sort of response.
People have asked me from time to time how "into" biking I am now. I go on weekends, and would do so on weekdays if I ever got the energy up, and usually for a couple hours at a time. However, I couldn't really answer the question until yesterday when I walked into a bike shop and started looking at some riding sunglasses (to keep leaves and stray bugs out of my eyes) and maybe some bags and a rack for the bike. After looking at the price tags, the answer is now "I am not enough into biking to spend that kind of money." I think I may buy a better seat, but that's pretty much it for the tricking out of my bike.
Ben is here from Alabama, and we spent last night roving around 6th street. He and his girlfriend are moving here shortly which is sort've funny to me. Austin is like some sort of kharmic center of the world. A weird number of people I know are either here, on their way, or have independently expressed an interest in moving here eventually.
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange
I don't like doing it, but I like what happens if I don't even less. Who else is going to be the asshole that snaps his fingers in your face and goes "Hey fucker wake up"? On one hand we like to sit back and make fun of the guilds where everyone is all hippie happy hugging motherfuckers that never get anyone done and everyone wallows in their stupid. But on the other, everyone seems to forget exactly how we avoid that. Who else is going to be the asshole? No one, and that's cool. We've settled into our different positions, which is completely fine. So the irony is I wish everyone would eventually get used to the fact I'm being an ass on purpose to keep things moving, whereas I have yet to get used to the inevitable backlash and "Seth is just being an asshole to be an asshole" sort of response.
People have asked me from time to time how "into" biking I am now. I go on weekends, and would do so on weekdays if I ever got the energy up, and usually for a couple hours at a time. However, I couldn't really answer the question until yesterday when I walked into a bike shop and started looking at some riding sunglasses (to keep leaves and stray bugs out of my eyes) and maybe some bags and a rack for the bike. After looking at the price tags, the answer is now "I am not enough into biking to spend that kind of money." I think I may buy a better seat, but that's pretty much it for the tricking out of my bike.
Ben is here from Alabama, and we spent last night roving around 6th street. He and his girlfriend are moving here shortly which is sort've funny to me. Austin is like some sort of kharmic center of the world. A weird number of people I know are either here, on their way, or have independently expressed an interest in moving here eventually.
You're trying my shoes on for a change
They look so good but fit so strange