Pitter patter on, march on, my ol' feet are sore, I feel heavy and laggy, sullen and swollen, it's been raining for days, but with the cloud cover it is warm.

Got a new bike! ' lot less vintage made in It. Bianchi frame, midnight blue (oh, Celeste, my lost love), but I'll powdercoat it white. Everything is Campy! Brooks saddle tomorrow and a new stem this weekend and I need pedals because these won't accept my cages and ohmygoddoes thatmakeitsuckytoride, and I'll be all chapped in the face this weekend, ( Read more... )

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The motherfucking prince of motherfucking England's motorcade drove by my house today, while I was standing there on the street, waiting for Tom.

Shuttttup, I'm a tea drinker.

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