desidia

I guess less people were interested that I got my tongue pierced than I expected.

Last night the wind blew my bike over and the handle bar went straight into a pile of dogshit. Its not a bad metaphor for future use.

Dogshit aside, I really need a new bike. Seeing as how this is a bike I've had since I was 14 or so this is an understatement.

I think my next bike will have 4 doors and an engine. This will involve a great deal of money I must somehow find the courage and energy to generate. I suppose the 22 year old thing, month to month, bohemian lifestyle should be retired along with the bike.

In SE portland its pretty acceptable to do this up to 25, 27 tops but I want healthcare and I want a car and when I do something, I go all out. Okay... maybe thats a lie, but not in this instance.

Now that my tongue is pierced I guess my next pipedream is either a digital camera or another tattoo.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to make some floutas, and when I say make, I mean microwave.