Nothing will ever convince me that most people wouldn't know what I was driving out with that post so I guess I'll just keep on cont. to post just however the hell I feel like posting and you'll just have to deal with it.

If you don't care about whether people are actually reading your posts, then why are you posting them?

fixed.

It is 100 degrees Fahrenheit right now in Louisville. I have a growing pile of Popsicle sticks next to me as I sit inside and try to stay cool.

Ate barbeque at a cookout, played some music, then tried to teach an old friend of mine how to play drums. She was way better than when I started out, because she plays piano so has actual rhythm. She could even do more complicated beats.

Now I'm trying to figure out how I want to write my next journal entry, and what song to use. Day is good so far.

So today I acquired an amazing bike that was my dad's, but he doesn't want it anymore. It's a Miele racing bike that he bought in the mid-80's and hardly ever used. Made in Italy and SUPER fast. This bike is probably up to Tour de France standards. However, I know nothing about bikes or cycling so I have no idea what the exact model is or how much this bike is even worth, if anything at all...

107 Degrees F again today in Nashville, so most of the day was spent being sedentary. Took a foreign language placement exam today for UTK. Three years of Spanish in high school and I still couldn't test out of Spanish 101, so I elected to abandon the damned language and am now in Japanese 101.
And I came on here to check on things and posted this on impulse.

Miele used to sponser the Giro d'Italia the second biggest tour and I know they had some great bikes. Racing bikes like this are a real speciality and an acquired taste. It may be worth something or nothing at all. Most people who have these bikes either use them or end up using them as a fancy ornament at home. The bike maybe fast, but then you need the strength and fitness to exploit that.

I could eat the scabs off a rats arse I haven't eaten in so long. Almost 3 days I think. :'(

The only thing that keeps me going is the feast I will buy/cook up.

being a witness is damn fucking fucked, I tell you

and it continues tomorrow

A witness to murder or some such crime?