| Its not even halfway into the second day of my work week and I've already worked on six scooters. I think the shittiness of these things is contagious. Its giving me a fever. |
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| Sitting in the waning moments of sunlight, blowing through acorns. My life is lost. I have a purpose, but my aim seems to be to avoid it at all costs.
What brings me here? Where am I? |
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| Built a wheel. maybe i'll draw up a headbadge, maybe i'll think about
geometry. maybe. I want to play dungeons and dragons. i want the panda
to be done already. i want the italians to stop fucking up my shit.
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| Gonna try to get on target this week. Get the frame started, get back on track with my health. Rock it with jessica at cm. Here's hoping. |
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| Blog! I think I'm going to be sick. |
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