I recently have been thinking about situations that have come up that i have avoided. Good situations, like doing things and meeting people. I'm regretting so much and wasting too much fucking time. Before i moved to Florida i was questioning myself as to why i was moving. I mean, why would i move from one life, a life that i liked, to start another? Now I'm not looking forward to going back. For the most part, i like everyone down here. I do wish i had more time to spend with them though. I'm also not sure when i'm coming home, i need more time at this point.

This is the last time i get on here to bitch. This blog needs to get cool, real quick.

I'm not sure whose pan this is, but goddamn its cool.

HAPPY EASTER

Salty Leather

god damn i need a day off.

for god's sake i hope im not fucking bothering you.

Only 3 months after taking the front end of my honda apart, i found time to cut shit up and put it back together. Can't fucking wait to ride it.

Internet

I'd just like to thank harley-davidson for taking more than twice the amount of time that they told me to ship a fucking clutch cable. It takes about 15 minutes or so to figure what a 77 FXE is... fucking morons. On the lighter side of dumbness, I did get my shovel back on the road.

I got on the jockey journal for the first time in a few months, and I have to say, its still one of the most fucking redundant sites I've ever been one. I'm sure I'm done with it, I mean, I get the chance to hear everyone at school stoke their own ego already. Why do it all other times of the day? What it comes down to is this: same ugly shit, same fucks that are on it.