I got the pulsatin' rhythmical remedy (busychild424) wrote,
I got the pulsatin' rhythmical remedy
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I don't know what's up with the return of Mr. T, but that is brilliant. I first saw him making his comeback on the Conan O'Brien show. After that he started showing up on 1-800-COLLECT commercials. The thing I love is that it's so obvious that he's making fun of himself, and that he's loving it. He keeps the ridiculous mohawk and gold chains and the whole deal. He KNOW'S he will always be B.A. Baracus, and he's ok with that. Plus, the whole style and delivery just makes me laugh anyway. Cracks me up every single time.

Yesterday an e-mail went out around here saying "anyone want this desk, let me know or we're throwing it away." So I hollered, since I've been looking for another desk for the basement. Bonus, I think to myself.

Hehehe.. This thing is, what, 200 pounds? Minimum? All particle board, nice quality office type (and size) desk. L-shaped. Dad helped me lug it home over lunch yesterday and I had to disassemble the damn thing just to fit it into the house. And there's no way in hell I could have ever lifted it without taking it apart. So now my weekend project is to *try* to put it back together. We'll see how that goes.

Bailey seems to be doing pretty well. She doesn't like stairs at the moment so I've been carrying her up and down them. She's very mellow which is something I've never seen from her before, and it's refreshing. Hopefully it will last, or at least be a preview of what's to come in a year or two when she mellows out and gets out of the puppiness stage. She is really sweet when she's not completely insane.

Last night we rode, as per usual Wednesday specification. When we left O.C., I crashed riding down a fifty degree wall that is probably two stories tall or so. Ok, maybe crashed is a strong word. At the top of the wall is the door into the second floor of Dillards, and at the bottom is the door into the first floor. So I guess it's one story. Anyhow, I tried to feather the brakes because there's not much of a transition from fifty degrees to horizontal sidewalk and if you take it too fast you go over the handlebars. So I try to hit the brakes, but I've just simple-greened the rims and the brakes are grabbing like hell, and the wheel locks up, the rear one. So I let go and I'm going too fast and I brake again and this time the wheel decides it wants to swing around in front of me. Bikes aren't supposed to work that way. Somehow I managed to stay on my feet, but the bike wrapped itself around me and banged up my legs a little bit. My knee hurts today, but I'm good. The rest of the session was fun. We were hanging out again behind the same hardware store as last week, and Miah was perched on his bike on top of this pile of wood, when I notice, not thirty feet from us, some guy coming out of one of the other little store/suites in the strip mall. "Uh, guys" I said, and stood with my back to the guy, and pointed at him through me so he wouldn't see me pointing him out. We turn around and watch him as he walks towards us. "Don't let anyone see you doing that," he says. I astutely respond "are there any rent-a-cops or other security around here?" As I'm in the middle of my sentence he turns enough for me to see his rent-a-cop badge... whoops. "Yeah, me," he said. But he was totally cool. He didn't even care, we chatted a little more and then he just got in his car and drove off. Then we went to Spangles and got some drinks to cool us off. The lobby was closed so we just rode through the drive through. I got a half Peach Iced Tea and half Sierra Mist. Yummy.

When I got home I was so hot and dry, all I wanted was a drink, a cold shower, and bed. But all we had was tap water and grapefruit juice. I don't think grapefruit juice has ever tasted so sweet and good. Then I took a cold shower and crashed out.

I'm still tired. I don't want to go to class tonight. Principles of Macroeconomics. If I weren't tired, it would probably be interesting. As it is, we'll have to see.

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Nursteed, nr Devizes, Wiltshire. Reported 11th August.
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