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I find punctuation marks in single phrase text messages to be unnecessary and kinda hilarious.

My bike is almost ready. Sick, crazy sick. Black frame, black rims, black handle bars, black everything. Not sure if I want to get a white seat and some white grips. Give it a bit of a classicy look. Can't wait, can't wait.

BFF (bicycle filf festival)

Cannot wait...

A Date...

Date today. Shouldn't I be nervous. For some reason I'd rather just go out and ride my bike. I don't know. I don't feel that I have much to offer right now. Maybe it's that I am still in a transient stage and don't feel up to embarking on a romantic/sexual/girl venture. This could be a plus, you know. It might mean that you can just be casual about the whole thing. I don't know, I just want some PHO!!!!

Books and things

The Living City, and Cities Back From the Edge.
Both by Roberta Brandes Gratz

The Economy of Cities, Cities and the Wealth of Nations, Ideas That Matter, The Economy of Cities, and The Death and Life of Great American Cities
All by Jane Jacobs

Experiential Marketing
By Bernd Schmitt

Craig

1) "Hi i need quick bj in my car any girl wanna do this tonite? I prefer local"

2) "anyone out there interested in a virgin mail i am not bad looking and very health just never found time for sex so if your interested clean and are between 18 and 30 then i am all yours"

3) "I can't stop thinking about sex. Someone called me a nympho. Do you need a nympho?"

These were the first three MC's I found listed for the East Bay. I think this just about sums things up on this wonderful Wednesday evening. Good night, and please enjoy.

Reserved.

I am a total fan...

of the GD (god damn) mass emails we have been sending each other that I wanted to start one of my own. So let me tell you a little bit about my remaining days. I will wake up, climb as much as my poor tendons will allow, possibly fiddle with my hair and examine its inadequacies, climb a bit more, ride my bike...a lot, like, a lot, a lot, eat some homemade, screaming food fresh from my Moms oven/stove/whatevs, and then ride my bike a bit more trying to get down that GD track stand/wheelie/skid stop, and then I will probably pick at my scabs from said attempted tricks and then I will eat more food and possibly drink some wine and then get on the internet, masturbate, then read a bit and finally go to bed.

Quietly,

Jamesy-Cakes/TM'd/Bubbs/Heddy/Monster...etc., etc.

Reserved.

Casual Encounters (of the third kind)

1) "Hi my name Karlee. I 20 turn 21 next March 21. I single long time yep. I deaf full. Write paper pen toward eachother. I want guy hot, cute not nerd."

2) "looking for a guy whose taller than me* loves football and beer* funny* nice*"

3) "What do you think when a woman brags about "layin up" with your man while you are having a miscarriage and claims she did not know you were together..."


This has me completely satisfied with my internet usage for the evening...Goodnight.

moremoremore

More murder dreams last night. Shoot out in my brothers old bedroom. More adventure than disturbing.

I bought a bike yesterday, well, actually I ordered it. Can't wait.

Crazy video coming up...

What is it with the dreams, dang

Another nightmare last night. Well, actually I don't know. Nightmares are generally un-enjoyable, but this one was disturbingly fun. Only when I woke up was I freaked out.

From the very start of it it felt like a scream/teen movie. It was me and a few other doods and a couple of really pretty girls. We wanted to go hiking, you know, get out of the city. Somehow our hike turned into something else. It turned out that we were really all going out there to commit suicide.

We were all so freaked out and pussy to actually put a gun to our head that we decided that we would take turns murdering one another. The effed up thing was that no one wanted to be the last one that actually had to either put a gun to their own head or jump off a cliff or whatever that we ended up fighting/begging over who got next turn.

So we kept walking down the trail and when someone would find a nice spot they would stop and beg to be shot in the head. One happened at a bend in the river, another on top of a big rock.

We finally got down to three people, me, and some guy and his girlfriend. They were all laughs and giggles. I was starting to worry. Right as we were walking up to the place where we were going to kill each other I hear a gun fire. She just shot him, no warning, no spot picked out. And then she killed herself. Now it was just me. I would have to get up to the top and shoot myself in the head.

Right as that thought passed through my head I woke up.

I hate these dreams.

Solid...

Solid waste.

Don't be so complex.

Hush and peace Chinese.