I forgot about that sound.
That sound of wind filling your ears.
I forgot the chill blowing through your shirts.
I forgot how fast you can go.
Downhill.
I also think that peach cider is a perfect summer alternative to beer.
I love Fin Oliver Stewart.
Babies are the perfect summer alternative to men.
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Tuesday, April 25, 2006
This blog was started about a lifetime ago.
The old entries are embarrassing. However, they are honest and true for that time. That horrible post-break-up time. I took a break. A 2 1/2 year break.
This time around, it's going to be fun.
Why? Because it's spring and I've got a rad new brown bicycle, and I'm going to bomb around town with wind in my hair.
It's going to be the equivalent of those Oprah shows where she stops talking heavy, and starts giving things away. Like cars and make-up and bed sheets.
No more of this lonliness and darkness. This is only good stuff.
The old entries are embarrassing. However, they are honest and true for that time. That horrible post-break-up time. I took a break. A 2 1/2 year break.
This time around, it's going to be fun.
Why? Because it's spring and I've got a rad new brown bicycle, and I'm going to bomb around town with wind in my hair.
It's going to be the equivalent of those Oprah shows where she stops talking heavy, and starts giving things away. Like cars and make-up and bed sheets.
No more of this lonliness and darkness. This is only good stuff.
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