hello

damn, it's been WAY too long. i'm surprised people are still visiting this sad site i call my blog. anyway, i'm sipping on a grey goose and red bull right now. make that a double. sir-mix-a-lot's in trouble. i'm in a weird mood tonight. slightly depressed (don't know why), slightly lonely (don't know why) and WAY out of shape. the last time i rode was that double island lake i did for o2s training more than 2 weeks ago. needless to say, i'm out on o2s. i HATE the heat and it's been so damn hot lately that i just had no motivation to ride. i could've ridden the trainer but there's NO way i'm riding a fucking trainer in the middle of the summer to train for a stupid race. it just wouldn't have been worth it. a day off of work, 3 nights in a motel plus the long drive up to the U.P. about a three hundred doh-lar trip. i'd MUCH rather spend that money on a family trip than to ride 24 miles, cramp up and then suffer the last 24. maybe next year. i'm still planning on doing iceman. anyone have any suggestions as to what tires i should run?

went to see dashboard confessional last night...ALONE! i've liked those guys for a long time but never saw them live. i got some tix off of craigslist. 5th row. no one wanted to go with me so i had to unload the extra ticket for cheap. i make such a bad salesman. big surprise. little did i know i'd be in for a teenage scream-fest. O-mah-gawd! i think chris carraba is talented and all and i like some of his songs but come on! lot's of creamin' going on. it was such a young crowd that they didn't even sell alcohol at the venue! so it went like this...i stood outside of the MI theatre for about an hour before dumping the ticket. then, i headed to the closet bar to get some drinking done before the show. 2 pints and 2 shots of jager in 20 minutes and i headed into the theatre. that's when i found out they weren't serving. since they allowed readmittance, i headed back over to the bar. 2 more pints and 2 more shots in 10 minutes on an empty stomach sent me flying into the concert. had a brief conversation w/ the seventeen year old kid i sold my other ticket to. wondered why one of his friends was such a bitch. obviously, it was her parent's fault. i know what NOT to do as a parent...um, for the most part.

so, i'm a fucked up kid. slightly depressed, slightly lonely and getting slightly drunk...