Here I am again...another long, lonely dirt road, looking for a house to deliver some package to, (that probably contains a lint roller). No one's in the bushes. No one's in the bushes. I'm pretty sure that NO ONE'S in the bushes.
...right?
Tuesday, June 27, 2017
Ever since the weather got nice,
and people at work found out I ride motorcycles, they only talk about motorcycles with me now. Ladies in their mid 50s pulling out their iPhones to show me their new bike bags and pipes, bald managers telling me about how they "really need to get the dust off that thing and fix the carb". The cool thing is that a good handful of the postal workers ride, but it seemed like no one was feeling the stoke about it until I kept riding in each morning. Since summer hit and this happened, I've started seeing more bikes pop up in the parking lot. If that means I get to talk about bikes and events and meet potential new folks to rip with, I'm in! #motorcyclemania hahaha
Sometimes I see a bush like this
and I think that's the kind of bush I'll plant at my house one day.
Saturday, June 3, 2017
Where am I?
That feeling when you're taking a road to deliver a package that doesn't show up on GPS and you hope no one jumps out of the brush with a chainsaw.
Portland! This cozy, cabin-style cottage is available to rent for only $1500/month
Complete with solar panels, landscaping, a picket fence, boarded up windows (for privacy) and a big red flag. Act soon.
I want to live in this world
...A world free from hate and fear. A colorblind world of pink flamingos.
So..many..flamingos.
Finally. A dog that didn't want to tear me to shreds...
I knew that stealing him would be bad, so I resisted.
I love you, dog. Will someone surprise me with a puppy for my birthday like they do in the movies please?
Been a minute...
I've been layed up with this injury. Turns out running on wet sidewalks is slippery.
Just kidding. I'm lazy and a mail blog is boring.
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