From rags to rags
Kristin and I’s collective wealth right now is $30.33. I told her once that if we ever had kids that I wouldn’t let them major in photography/art like we both have, that I want them to major in something lucrative (mainly for my retirement). She made the point that it doesn’t matter, they are gunna be raised poor.
Good point.
cowcat:ihavegoodtaste:nickdouglas:
FUCK THE AMERICAN MUSTACHE INSTITUTE
but I still support this: http://us.movember.com/
Good news and bad news
The bad news being my bike’s brakeshifting wouldn’t shift down while on a test drive. I felt like an idiot thinking I was doing something wrong but the guy hopped on and said it wasn’t me. He said he would fix it and call me tomorrow. I’ve gone a year so one day won’t kill me but I WANT TO RIDE AROUND NOW.
The good news is I’m making rice creeper treats.
Getting a new bike reminds me of a story from a couple of years ago. I rode my bike to second street to avoid a DUI and got shit hammered, blacked out and rode my bike home. I called a friend the next day and she told me that while I was talking to her, I got pulled over by the cops because I was swerving all over the road, sidewalk to sidewalk. I’m the only person I know who almost got a DUI on a bike. Dumb.




