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Today I unexpectedly went to Buffalo Exchange and walked out with another pair of sneakers. This happens a lot more often than my wallet would like. I think I have one pair of sneakers for every day of the week. On the brighter side, though, I have finally begun to enjoy shopping. It's probably because I worked so much in the past two weeks, so I don't feel so bad about dropping hella bank at thrift stores.
I had planned to go to Brian Decker for a cutting while I am in NY next month, but I found out through IAM that he'll be in San Francisco at the end of August. Not that it actually makes a difference, but it might be nicer if I don't have to travel a few days after someone carves into my back with a sharp blade.
The fucking Muni bike racks bent my front rim and I am not a happy byker.
I had planned to go to Brian Decker for a cutting while I am in NY next month, but I found out through IAM that he'll be in San Francisco at the end of August. Not that it actually makes a difference, but it might be nicer if I don't have to travel a few days after someone carves into my back with a sharp blade.
The fucking Muni bike racks bent my front rim and I am not a happy byker.