It's midnight. I just finished up doing some work from home, and I'm close to the happiest I've been for over a week. What does that mean? What does that say about me?
It has been even longer since I last rode a bike. But if riding around Boston were half as nice as riding up past Santa Monica then I would long since own one. Alas.
Him: Tire burns goooood. Me: What do you mean tire burns good? Him: You've never burned a tire before? Me: No, because I'm not a hick! Him: Hey! This hick goes to Harvard!
Behind the cut you will find my mass email about my recent past. Please, if you did not receive it then I don't have your email address and you should correct that by sending yours to me at myfirstname @ mylastname.com