Monday, March 27th, 2006 | 11:18
A shot-pulling, button-pushing barista-monkey.

So I got the place and I move out this Saturday. I am woefully unprepared or just anxious.
We'll see how this goes.
*radio edit*
Christ, my Timbuk2 bag is uncomfortable. Except when it's empty.
(Fuckin' poser.)
In other news, the dick who gave me a ticket for running a red light almost ran me over on Friday and then had the balls to tell me it would have been my fault.
As my last bit of bike-related news, my new wheels kick ass and Mordecai is once again roaming the streets under my big stupid grin.
(Anyone know where I can get track grips around town?)
Can't niobids hold me down, no no.

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