And Who Doesn't Like That

I got presents, I got preeeseeeents. From the Internets. From myself. With part of my tax returns. Stop looking at me like that.

If you're like me, you need a little... "stimulation" in the morning. Feast your eyes on me stripping down, layer by layer, after my 17 degree windchill commute this morning:


If you're reading this and you don't like that song, you're probably an awesome person. Or Kasey. Which I guess is both, cuz she's pretty sweet.

My stimulation today comes in the form of two and a half day-old Dunkin Donuts. I don't care what people say, donuts are good two, three, and even four days after purchase. Waste not, want not.

I came across a pearl of wisdom whilst researching how one might avoid a less than rad life:

"As sad as it seems, I tend to always ride in traffic with the mindset that no one sees me, and those who do are out to get me. Call me paranoid, but Id rather be paranoid than dead."

Too true my friend, too true. While probably not a purely accurate view of reality, it's one that will keep you accurately and purely living. And Stevil, you were right about the knickers.

Tomorrow I got my first Critical Mass and I'm looking forward to it. It might be a little bit cold and a little bit windy, but I'm showing anyway. If I hit the road at the right time I might even be rolling with a stogie keeping my grin company.

I'm off to fix computers and take names. Only one day left to go, mates. Steady as she goes.

- David