Ch-Ch-Ch-Changes

I moved downtown at the beginning of this month.
The places is amazing after all the painting and ripping up the carpet we did.
It's a huge place and has a studio to do work in.
I haven't driven my car in almost four months and i love it.
And ever since a nice person threw a brick through the windshield,
no one has driven it in almost a month, hahah!
It's all good practice though.
I've fallen off the bike for a bit though.
It's been pretty cold and rainy,
so I've only been hitting about 15 miles on average a day.
Cut that shit in half if I don't leave downtown.
I'm still sporting my 30lb GIANT Boulder around.
I can't wait to get a decent bike.
The top speed I've been able to pull out of that little guy is only 27 mph on flat land.
I should probably ride my vegan ass over to a gym and do some leg exercises.
I'm not sure if I said anything,
but in August of 2010, Richie and I are riding our bikes to the very tip of Argentina from Evansville.
We're going to take about 9 months just so we can enjoy everything from here to there.
It should be a good time.
We'll be blogging about our training and our trip when it comes around on our website
bicyclebicyclebicycle.com
We'll have the site up in a few weeks.
Prepare for awesome.

Hilarity

Okay kids,
I've got a bit of advice that might server you well-
If you meet any person you may consider as a significant other,
and you really like them, then
take it slow.
Or better yet,
don't even fuckin' talk to them.
They're probably a dick.
I'm just saying that the likely-hood of them not being a dick
in consideration of them most likely being a dick is pretty slim.
They'll seem cool,
and if you're of the persuasion that ignorance is bliss,
then stop reading and have a great time.
But say one day you drink a little bit too much,
get crazy ideas in your head to play with the phone of this person,
and find a slue of love messages sent to her ex yesterday.
Then also imagine that this is the same ex that broke your windshield with a brick,
jumped you two times, and called your mom's house at 3 in the morning just to tell
her that your a bad man for fucking his ex-girlfriend.

It just isn't Christian.

This is a funny mess I've gotten myself into.
It's funny in the sense that about a week ago she moved into a new apartment
and had no furniture.
It's a mess I can't get out of in the sense that I was all like "Sweetness, I have a storage locker full of shit you can use!"
She has an apartment full of my stuff.
roflol.

Fuck, I really just don't want to get another storage locker.