Dictations of the Conkerer

Check this out What’s that?… You’re damn right they’re toe socks. Not only that, but you’re so jealous you just shit yourself. Toe socks courtesy of Emily. Feet courtesy of me.

We call them cool Those hearts that have no scars to show The ones that never do let go And risk it the tables being turned We call them fools Who have to dance within the flame Who chance the sorrow and the shame That always come with getting burned But you got to be [...]

Well, I spent this morning beating the shit out of myself. And pretty much the rest of the day recovering. I suggested to Aren that we ride to Sleepy Hollow State Park. A good and noble idea. I thought it was about a 35 mile ride. I would have been fine for a 35 mile [...]

So, I went for what was to be a short ride tonight. About 5 miles from home I blew out my rear tire (not sure how). Bike cleats are not meant for distance walking and I got a blister on my left heel. I estimate getting home took me about an hour and a half. [...]

I hereby deem Thursday a shit-tastic day to get drunk and stay up until 4AM. Argh.