another bad night

...alone

stand ordered, she comes apart soon!

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.

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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.

But then i was like!!

Work & School.

After a long weekend of working my ass off, I realized that I kinda like my job. I'd rather be at work than school at this point. School does nothing but piss me off when I walk in the doors. I think its just all the same dumbass faces that I see there, almost all of them are fucking idiots who don't have the slightest clue about harley's, or motorcycles in general. At least when I'm at work I get new dumbass faces (even if the same guy asks the same questions about one solar powered light for 45 minutes straight). Since the moment I graduated high school I've accepted the fact that life, as I knew it, was over. Its time to have a shit ton of responsibilities and take control of life. Why? Why try and take control? Life is over. It starts now that life is going to start flying by. Hell, its already taken no time to get here. I'm sick of this situation, and I'm ready to graduate and fucking find someone. I'm just really ready to find someone. I know why I love my job, but I just can't explain. I wish everyone else would just piss-off.

Great Fucking Day.

I picked up a 79 D150. 360 backed by a 727.

Work was badass, dinner was badass.

Love life tonight.

(Except my damn clutch cable is broken.)

Oh, and happy st. pattys day!