Stickin' It to The Man

With swear words, rebel skullz, facial hair, and stroke-faces:



I got some long-wanted stickers from Kenny & Emily when we visited them in NC this weekend, and as soon as I got home I stuck on my lil' Jenny to make her more bad ass. It's common knowledge that in yer face stickers add speed and handling to a bike like racing stripes do to a sports car. If I could get two more awesome longer black stickers for my forks I'd be set. Maybe something about NAMBLA...

I had a dream the other night of hanging out in a cyclist bar, where you could bring your bike inside and all the tables were high so you could sit on your seat and drink at the same time. My buddy Kurtz was there and we were doing shots and drinking beers and having spontaneous track stand competitions with modifiers like crossed arms or keeping the liquor on our tongues. It would work I tell ya, until the head injury lawsuits came in.

Now that the weather seams to have turned cold I may try riding a few more miles into work, see how that works out, even though Hampton Blvd is horrendous. The first time I almost get ran over from behind though, it's over. That's one atrocity I have not yet had to endure.

OT is back. Woo. Although I will need the money, but still. *Sigh*

I'm eating free "expired" pastries and laughing it up inside a closed Starbucks. Good times, good time.

Take care, y'all.

- David

Glendora

Meeeeeeeeh. Hung over has turned into down and out. I'm sick. Sweats, sore throat, runny orifices, the whole bit. I woke up last night and put on a bunch of clothes cuz I was freezing, then preceded to sweat my ass off. This morning I feel better than last night and I'm currently overdosing on vitamin C, so let's hope I can bust this thing out. I have a job interview(s) coming up.

Speaking of, I need to find a public library so I can print out my application for Department of Defense security clearance. Not Top Secret, mind you, but Secret is still pretty cool. I wonder if I'll get a card. Next time I get carded for a big scary rated R movie, I'll flash that bitch in their faces.

Last night I had a dream right out of some Quentin Tarantino film, if he had a bicycle obsession and had just watched a documentary on LARPing. I busted into a hotel room filled with three pudgy, pasty fantasy-type geeks and proceeded to interrogate and terrorize them with my mini U-lock. I have nothing against LARPing or geeks of any type, just for the record. But you can take my word for it, they had it comin'.

I'm going to get ready for the day, before my virus decides to come back for round two and knock me out on the couch.

Adios.

- David