Early day, had an orange, walked home, incidently Choda wanted to come over with her stinky amigos, they were NOT allowed inside my house, that would be f♥ckin suicide, she was loaned my g-ma's pants, which are incidently really damn comfy and look kinda gross, but the good outweighed the bad, it coordinated with her LZ shirt. Then said my good-byes as they went to Target or whereever.
Passed them on my bike a lil later, rode to Subway, ate alone, I very much liked it, it's relaxing, first time i took my bike to out to an actual destination instead of "wherever the road takes thou." He stood alone while I waited to see if I had enough cash for my veggie-delite appetite.
This lady 2-second chit-chatted with me, (really she wanted me to move my bike from the other single seater), she was very nice, I like it when strangers talk to me, it's nice.
Bike rode home, then decided, was too quick for a stretch of awesomeness, so I rode the yellow brick rode to the freeway, and over the passage, just so I could ride downhill, awesome. I was a little wheesy, and it was bit blazing hot with no agua in sight, THEN went home. BUT on the way down the yellow brick road, the parallel freeway contained a motorcyclist who honked, fuck yeah, cycle pride...
Hours of homework, leg fell asleep,
listened and caressed James Blunt's music & lyrics, but I don't go chasing people all the time,
so every same sound aggrivated me,
found "Classic Chicano Sounds" on thee iPod, perfeeccct.
Now, home...alone, where is thou fambam? Who knows...
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