random ranting

I’m fucking sick of hanging out with drunx who talk shit all the time, shit about nothing and shit about so called friends. 

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Being emotionally hurt cuts you deeper than any physical or mental pain inflicted on you. For the first time in my life I’ve felt that personally. I wish I could vividly describe what happened and seeing the irony in which it happened (which makes it worse btw) but I don’t know if the time is right. Or what the implications might be if I do. So for now this is all I’ll choose to write and carry the burden a bit longer.

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To end on a posi note below is one of my favorite poems (introduced to me in 9th grade) 

Daffodils
 by William Wordsworth

I wandered lonely as a cloud
That floats on high o’er vales and hills,
When all at once I saw a crowd,
A host, of golden daffodils;
Beside the lake, beneath the trees,
Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.

Continuous as the stars that shine
And twinkle on the milky way,
They stretched in never-ending line
Along the margin of a bay:
Ten thousand saw I at a glance,
Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.

The waves beside them danced, but they
Out-did the sparkling leaves in glee;
A poet could not be but gay,
In such a jocund company!
I gazed—and gazed—but little thought
What wealth the show to me had brought:

For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.

……….then I had a blog

Hi,

I finally made up my mind and got a blog. Thanks to matt. My blog will consist of many random things, but with a focus on bikes.

I was the last person in the e.o. (East Orlando) area to get a fixed gear bike and now I’m the last person with a blog. Hopefully that won’t be the case for either of those things because riding a fixie is deeply satisfying and ten times better than riding a regular bike. As for having a blog, it’s important for updating the world on what’s going on through your experience.

p.s. I can now One Leg Over the Bar Skid.