Wanderings...

Its pitch dark at 5:45am. I set my alarm too early thinking I needed tons of time for my routine in the morning. That was the old me, I've gotten more efficient since then. Could have slept at least another 45 min! This incessant morning cough is driving my crazy.

You should have seen the bikes I was tuning up yesterday. Absolutely caked in filth. I do have a certain fascination with getting my hands really dirty. With transforming tired, gummed up parts into cleaner, lubricated versions of their former selves. A bike that once would make a person recoil in disgust is now shiny and new again. The parade of them never ends. And I never seem to tire of the work.

The person before me at the gas station put just over 26 gallons of gas in their car. To top off my tank from about an eighth full it cost me 26 dollars.

It's 4:19pm on my day off and I haven't done a thing on my to do list. I wouldn't have it any other way. I'm still groggy from the nap I just took. I'll make some coffee.

I've said it before and I'll say it again: This is going to be a good year.

I rode my bike to work the other day. It was the first time I'd been on a bike outside since November. It felt really good. I felt even better. It's hard to judge what kind of shape I'm in form that short trip, but I felt good. Really good. I didn't even get out of breath. As much as I loathe it the trainer sure beats not riding.

Good year, good shape, good riddance.

I have girlfriend now too. Best worst night sleeps with the most talkative girl who doesn't say anything I ever had. ;-)

Cheers for now.

It hit me like a freight train. It came out of nowhere. I'm totally off balance. Certainly has been a while.

Its been bothering me how weather dependant customers are.

One beer deep on a Saturday night, a Magic Hat to be exact. Nice flavor the Roxy Rolles has. Nice indeed. Dad’s snoring and the droning movie are in my head. He’s forever snoring to some godforsaken movie. This one is the 70’s version of The Wickerman. I can’t get into it.

I just reformatted the computer it was down for a while. Much faster, it can take up less of my time.

It’s a new year and with a raise and a nice bonus I feel more compelled than ever to move out. Still just compelled at this point, no plans in the works. Yet. It is the next step though. Wow what a wacky movie this is. Anyway. It’s a still early and I’ve much to do.

Cheers.

Yesterday I picked up my cell phone and waited for a dial tone.

This year I've decided to put more research into the candidates running for president. Seems like this is going to be a very interesting match up. Two candidates one 8-0 the other 7-0 meeting the middle of November. Its never happened before. Anyway we'll see how that goes

Its not even fall yet, but there is no fall in my mind. Its more like waiting for winter. Just like there is no spring, just waiting for summer. Winter cannot be ignored, and I have a respect for that. Weather thats in your face. Snow deep enough at times to affect your schedule or keep you inside all together. Winter goes by slowly because I feel more alive. More aware. Smaller. Cold.

The fall air goes deep, filling my lungs. Fresh, inviting, such a change from damp humidity. My thoughts have gone wild with the changing season. My fortune is ominous. Still my unyielding optimism persists. Never so uncertain though. The one question that will plague my dreams is yet to be answered. Haunting ghosts of my future beckon me. What will the reality hold? I shall face it head on, shall it come to pass.

September is a month of change. And I need it.

Usually. But the UPS Store is so much more of a hassle than the Customer Center in Lynnfield.

What I need isn't going to come from anywhere but within. I'm slowly coming to that realization. And I had to come to that conclusion myself. I wouldn't have listened to anyone. So I might as well listen to myself.

kafira: im in highschool
kafira: i dont work anywhere

"You have 5 minutes to take him home and come back."

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$10,700 OR BEST OFFER

Why wouldn't I buy a car from Jesus?

First generation X, then generation Y. I'll tell you what we have now: generation FU. More like FU I'm leaving. This marriage sucks I'm leaving. My girlfriend sucks I'm leaving. My life sucks I'm leaving. It started with the parents and now its in the children. Kids don't want to work and parents don't want to parent. Blow and ass. Fuck you I'm staying. You don't like it? You stay too. You see what happens, and if you still want to leave, you do it gracefully, with dignity. What could you possibly learn by cutting and running?

Well I was posting pics of the Cape while I was rudely interrupted by maintenance. Fine. I can dig it.

After locking to doors to the shop at 7:00 it took until 8:30 to clean up and put away all the repairs that came in. Then I went to Whop and Dunks with Fred. Someone stole Dunks' rubber chicken. Can you believe that? Marcos said he was going to post a wanted sign with a reward of three iced coffees for its safe return. It will be in all our prayers. When I got home there were new tires waitng for me. If new bike tires in a cardboard box isn't a goddamn party I don't know what is. My god all I wanted to do was mount them. Which I did. I tired 'em out in my driveway quickly. Smooooooth. Tomorrow's ride can't come soon enough. I really haven't been riding enough which has the effect of making the rides I do go on nearly orgasmic.

Well looks like Flickr is going to be having a massage all night. Or for another 2 hours according to the site. Its just as well. Evening all.

But it was there anyway. Oh well. I can't be proud of myself all the time. There isn't much wrong either. In fact nothing is wrong. I couldn't be better. I mean to say I can't complain. And I could really. I could complain about the weather, life, family, the alcoholic dad or the arguing... But I never feel like it. Sure the sunday drivers get me going. Drive like that on a wednesday and you see what happens damn old bitch. But I digress. Back off, way off. And my natural state is pretty damn relaxed. Sometimes ya gotta lie back and let things happen. Whats the rush for? Whats all the stress for? If you're not stressed all the time you're prob not doing anything worthwhile...and you're sure as hell not making enough money, and quite frankly you are doing it damn wrong if you don't wanna kill yourself every morning. I think its just a New England thing anywho. I sure as hell have no business in this state feeling happy and stress free. But, sit on a dick will ya? Seriuously. I sell bikes. I mean come on what I am I gonna take seriously? Well there are things. I take bikes seriously, for instance. Ha. I take people seriously. It's a flaw really. That and I'm a perfectionist. And by perfectionist I mean I won't do anything unless I can make it perfectly. (I don't end up doing much.) It's not enough to get something done, it has to be better than anyone I know could have done it. Faster, stronger, or else its not worth it. Is that pride taking? Yeah a think so. Yet another flaw. But I lump that in with urination, eating, and the need to sleep. Well i should sleep anyway.