Times like this I'm glad I'm both too young and single for this kind of shit going on.
But I digress. Not keen on making a sob story entry or ponder the deeper meanings of life. Right now, I'm torn between replacing my baby - my old Harley, Esmeralda - for temporary transportation. Never thought the day would come I'd be considering some ugly Japanese bike, but with the way things function here... A Honda might not be too far off.
Yet I'm coming up short.
You know what? The shops are terrible around here... Case in point...
So, how many ostriches have had to die for that? It's probably lined with fabric, but can't even begin to wrap my mind how hot that is. Hideous. What the hell is wrong with people?
[ooc; Rofl, I saw this down in Denver Tuesday XD I had to... post it.]