Instead of crying on Doodlebug's shoulder, I'm gonna spread it around a little.
I hate feeling like this.
That fucking infusion really takes it outta me, folks. Every month I swear I'm gonna quit the study, but then I remember that I'm getting free medical care from one of the leaders in the field of systemic lupus and every month I show up with a smile on my face. It's a big adventure for me, and I actually look forward to it. Nine times out of ten I'll ride my motorcycle up to Oklahoma City to the Oklahoma Medical Research Foundation. It's about the only time I get out and have an excuse to run gasoline through my motorcycle. The people there are friendly and some are a little afraid of me I think, which is just cute. These are the people who couldn't believe I wasn't a Christian, like I'm from another planet or something.
The bike is a fucking blast to ride, I really like the way it's turned out so far. I need to do some work on the motor, and the chain & sprockets are about toast, the back tire is getting squared off from all these highway miles, it drools oil and gas, but it's still a joy to ride. It may not be pretty, but it's pretty reliable, goes pretty fast and handles pretty good. The recent clutch surgery was a success, and the clutch doesn't slip now, but I was bragging about it to a couple guys in the motorcycle disorganization and the fuckers went behind my back and bought me a clutch! Dammit! I'm gettin' where I owe a lot of motherfuckers beers!
I slept about an hour earlier, then I was wide awake and agitated. I watched Broken Flowers before I went to bed, and it made me want to slash my wrists. Then I woke up and watched The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (I'd never seen the film (the book's better (the book's always better (c'mon, it's Carson McCullers)))) and that's not a really upbeat story either, as I'm sure you all know.
And now for something completely different! Dust to Glory is on! I'm recording it!
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I hate feeling like this.
That fucking infusion really takes it outta me, folks. Every month I swear I'm gonna quit the study, but then I remember that I'm getting free medical care from one of the leaders in the field of systemic lupus and every month I show up with a smile on my face. It's a big adventure for me, and I actually look forward to it. Nine times out of ten I'll ride my motorcycle up to Oklahoma City to the Oklahoma Medical Research Foundation. It's about the only time I get out and have an excuse to run gasoline through my motorcycle. The people there are friendly and some are a little afraid of me I think, which is just cute. These are the people who couldn't believe I wasn't a Christian, like I'm from another planet or something.
The bike is a fucking blast to ride, I really like the way it's turned out so far. I need to do some work on the motor, and the chain & sprockets are about toast, the back tire is getting squared off from all these highway miles, it drools oil and gas, but it's still a joy to ride. It may not be pretty, but it's pretty reliable, goes pretty fast and handles pretty good. The recent clutch surgery was a success, and the clutch doesn't slip now, but I was bragging about it to a couple guys in the motorcycle disorganization and the fuckers went behind my back and bought me a clutch! Dammit! I'm gettin' where I owe a lot of motherfuckers beers!
I slept about an hour earlier, then I was wide awake and agitated. I watched Broken Flowers before I went to bed, and it made me want to slash my wrists. Then I woke up and watched The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter (I'd never seen the film (the book's better (the book's always better (c'mon, it's Carson McCullers)))) and that's not a really upbeat story either, as I'm sure you all know.
And now for something completely different! Dust to Glory is on! I'm recording it!
Dig this crazy shit:
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Well I would say a lot of KY are christens to, but there are a lot of Hindus and Buddhists and all other kids of religions also.