Saturday, December 31, 2011

new year

make it happy if you want. i dont care. ill be spending it alone, as usual.
goodnight.


props to small city cycles. ill never look at a triumph the same.

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Good Day

Bad night. All day has been amazing, but it crashed hard. Going to bed alone. Aren't you surprised?

Friday, December 23, 2011

happy xmas!


but seriously, fuck christmas. i cannot wait for the summer to get here. the only thing i care about anymore is my fucking motorcycle. it keeps me sane(kinda). i want it to be summer and i want a lot of beer to go with it. oh and to the chick i havent met yet: find me. im not that bad of a guy(as far as im told)


again, happy xmas!

Friday, December 16, 2011

looking forward.


its really fucking difficult knowing that your life for the past 2 years (damn near) has now moved on. even if i wanted to go back, i couldnt. there are times still that i wish i was in florida. i miss it. i hate the actual place and the dumb people that live there. my friends, though, turned to my family. i dont like leaving something i have for something else. so i feel as if i did it twice. i'm frustrated with more than this topic currently, but i must just shut the fuck up and deal with it.
this spring is going to be awesome, i hope. i really just want to get on my fucking motorcycle and go. i dont care where i go. i dont care if im alone, id prefer it actually. i think my problem right now is that im surrounded too much with people. i mean, fuck, i love t

hese people, but i need a fucking break from the change. i need it to be me for a minute.
its funny how i want to be alone, but at the same time i really wish i had someone. god fucking damn, i just need my time to be occupied. this is the most afflicting feeling. i hate the fucking mushy, fag part of this so ill change the subject. so, chick, if you fucking do exsist, let me know. thanks.
summer. good friends. bikes. i cannot wait. im ready to finish life happy.
i wish i could find more pictures/info on this bad as fuck shovel. props to the guy who built it.

Wednesday, November 30, 2011

home

i know ive been home for a month, but im still so happy to be back. there are indeed people i miss but im sure theyre happy to be home as well.
theres a few people ive got to hang out with since ive been home and i love them. there are also a few people that have really pissed me off, some more than others.
what i really want answered though, is why the fuck cant i find someone? i hate the term, but i need to find someone to "love"
more like, i need someone to hang out and genuinely enjoy. when the fuck do i get that?
honestly though, who cares? i am just a piece of shit.

Monday, October 3, 2011

One month left in this hell hole.

well ive only got one more month in florida. i gotta say though, there are a few people here that im going to miss. very few. oh well though, life is going to keep moving on. the one thing i need to keep moving on though, is my truck. wish it luck.



i hope you love this as much as i do.

Saturday, September 24, 2011

Done for now.


ll its been done for a week or two now. Most of my time (if im not at school or work) is speant packing up my shit to move back to Indiana.


Thursday, August 25, 2011

Roller (Derby)

We've finally got the frame squared away. After a little bit of loving to the engine, it'll be ready too. Updates soon.
Thank you(so far): The Wren Family, Tim "Wade" Greer, James Kost, Shoe, Barney Gerberg, and Jason Quill



Side note: i've only got about 2 months left in florida, and im not sure how im going to take moving at this point. There's a lot of people here that i'll fucking miss terribly, but on the other hand theres more people that i cannot stand. When i left Indiana i was upset because i had friends and family, but down here i've made friends who feel like family(even if they dont feel the same), and i feel like i dont have those friends back home anymore. I'm also tired of people who tell me what to do. Don't tell me how to build a motorcycle and don't tell me how to do my job.