bike gang

i live in a place that is very very bike friendly. in fact, so bike friendly that my drunken music junkie friends and i have started a bike gang. no, totally dude, its all hard core. last year when i wrecked my vw, i bought a bike, a bad ass schwinn cruiser...is that how you spell schwinn? whatev...and this year because its so fucking beautiful out here, the rest of the kids are on board too... we've decided that all those fags in spandex w/ water bottles and helmets are going DOWN! im gettin a basket, that we can fill w/ water balloons...expect full on boyz in da hood drive bys...shit part of it is, we dont know what to name it...'i think you should name it sean'

im so good at this, like totally dude

doing this mostly because i really do want to get the music blog started w/ g and the boys...i miss shugg's amazing reviews of indie rock. hahahah. also, i suppose it wouldnt be a bad thing to get some of my insanity out of my head and onto the screen. for all of you to read and disect. good luck with the disection part...its nearly impossible. for those of you who give a shit, i met someone! hahaha, yeah, i know. its insane. his name is mike and he's pretty friggin great. you will be happy to know that he took me on a real big kid date---though it DID include a ska show, some heavy duty skanking and a whole lot of harp on tap.....come on, you didnt think id lose myself completely did you? nah, seriously, hes cool shit...remember my last relationship and how i was totally in zombie mode due to the fact that my ex husband had me living HIS life and not mine? yeah, you may have read about it on myspizzle....whatever...im not even sure why im writing about this when i should be writing about other, more important things...like the wonderful plethora of natural herbage in the mountains. have you ever had any that tasted like mango? how about blueberry? its pretty great. and even though id much rather drink my meals and my sorrows away, having good smoke is quite helpful for my severe insomnia caused undoubtedly by drinking my meals and sorrows away. speaking of sorrows, for all of you reading this, i really hope you dont die. i know that sounds odd, i know that makes you cringe for sure, but just know that in my little lulu land, i need to put that out there...not because i'll miss you fags, but because im shit fucking full of getting memorial tattoos.

that is all.