take the magazine out
i'm sitting in matt's living room. Josh is playing Dark Ages of Camelot, I have my nalgene at left hand and my glock at my right... and a giant cardboard cutout of that mutant that hosts American Idol is staring at me. I have to keep consciously reminding myself to not shoot it.
I'm tired, I want my Kindra to be here, but instead if I want to see her I have to walk 40 miles... not happening.
Hello spare bed in matt's house.
lil Moses, a.k.a. mishkeyleroo, a.k.a. the Texas Tornado, is pretty awesome, I'm glad that I am actually getting more chances to have conversations with her in person (instead of via the internet.) (i know you'll read this.)
oh, and...
SAFETY.
p.s. Some asshole almost hit me with his pick up truck the other day on my way home from work. It was the second affront of the trip and it was REALLY close to home, so it pissed me off, double plus good. He had the misfortune of hitting a red light at the second light from where he gunned his engine and honked while passing me in my lane and cutting back in front of me too soon. I caught up, jammed my sweaty ass face against his passenger window started screaming about "two lanes not enough for you, mother fucker." and then just started punching the shit out of his window. I was pulling the punches a little because i had no real desire to cut my hand to ribbons by punching out some assholes side window. I hope I gave that old fuck a coronary. The dudes in the car in front of me didn't know what to think, and seemed real interested in getting the fuck out of my way. R-E-S-P-E-C-T cyclists lest your car get W-R-E-C-K-E-D. Next time i'll make sure i have my u-lock.
I'm tired, I want my Kindra to be here, but instead if I want to see her I have to walk 40 miles... not happening.
Hello spare bed in matt's house.
lil Moses, a.k.a. mishkeyleroo, a.k.a. the Texas Tornado, is pretty awesome, I'm glad that I am actually getting more chances to have conversations with her in person (instead of via the internet.) (i know you'll read this.)
oh, and...
SAFETY.
p.s. Some asshole almost hit me with his pick up truck the other day on my way home from work. It was the second affront of the trip and it was REALLY close to home, so it pissed me off, double plus good. He had the misfortune of hitting a red light at the second light from where he gunned his engine and honked while passing me in my lane and cutting back in front of me too soon. I caught up, jammed my sweaty ass face against his passenger window started screaming about "two lanes not enough for you, mother fucker." and then just started punching the shit out of his window. I was pulling the punches a little because i had no real desire to cut my hand to ribbons by punching out some assholes side window. I hope I gave that old fuck a coronary. The dudes in the car in front of me didn't know what to think, and seemed real interested in getting the fuck out of my way. R-E-S-P-E-C-T cyclists lest your car get W-R-E-C-K-E-D. Next time i'll make sure i have my u-lock.