We are 138

Still trying to get my motorcycle ready for next season along with trying to fix Jules Yamaha, graduate school, help plan the wedding and keep my sanity. No one said "life is easy." There's an awesome swap meet tomorrow and I have to miss it due to school, I hate being there on Saturdays. Found out that I'm going to England for my honeymoon that made the day a little better.

Things not to do.

Hanging out at home today, have a monster hangover from last nights party. So I've spent most of the day nursing myself back to health, listening to music, and being generally lazy.
In my pondering I was thinking about how fucking cool Sid Vicious's suicide note is. What a way to go out.


"BURY ME IN MY
LEATHER JACKET,
JEANS AND MOTOR
CYCLE BOOTS
GOODBYE”

Hard working dude

Had an awesome weekend that went something like this.
Friday-School, Eat, Casey's for beer and movies.
Saturday-School, Eat, Corey's for a banging ass party and watch Casey bum people out with his "hey sailor" costume pictured below.
Sunday-Watched the Bengals crush the Bears. Good times. Benson was fucking his old team up.
Monday-Over to Justin to mess with the motorcycle and take a peek at his Honda Shadow. Got a little bit further on it but still need to work out some kinks.

Wishlist

Instead of painting could someone bring me these today!

Man's best friend

CHOPPER

Thoughts I

School was shitty today. It's been slow the past few months. On the brighter side I only have a little bit of time left. Things that aren't shitty.

Best lady friend a hood could have
Chopper
New phone
Hand healing quick
Guitar Wolf
Dickies original pants
Working on the motorbike again, finally
Tiger Army III
The Get Up Kids-Daytrotter Sessions
Halloween

A liitle hmf

Have you ever felt like your looking at the world through a window? Wanting hopelessly to strangle all the passer-by's one by one. Telling them they really aren't as ironic, novel, or as ground breaking as they think. If I am told what's cool and what's not one more fucking time this daydream could become all too real. If GQ tells me what hip barber shop can get you the right "madmen" cut next month, I will strangle some poor Williamsburgite and jack them for their wallet, watch, and keys. To reiterate on the topic of these hip barber shops, when I see the production coming out of them it almost makes me laugh and wonder why I'm mad at all. Glorified beauticians trying their hardest to give a barbers cut. Fuck you, fuck your aveda learned wack ass barber wishing you were no skill with a pair of masters having ass. Sorry to be so blunt but I'm sick of it. If you have to look in GQ for a good barber then you should go back to the faux hawk or mop top you had last year.