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[25 Jan 2009|10:15am] |
I was at Everlasting Tattoo on Friday night with some friends while they got tattooed. As we were sitting around, one of the other artists was telling us about his drunken finger tattoo. I said, "If I ever get a finger tattoo, it will say 'Pink' 'Pink' and 'Stink'". The guy thought that was so fucking gnarly and brilliant that he offered to do it for free. Sweet!
So I made an appointment for Feb. 19th to get my finger tattoos. On that same day, I'm going to get my right calf started. It's going to basically be a pile-up of a bunch of tattoo cliches. A horse's skull with a jeweled dagger going through it vertically. The skull is going to have one ruby for an eye and a rattlesnake coming out of the other. Winding around the whole shebang is a rose vine with buds on it. It's going to be pretty sick.
My stomach and back are still in the works. I have an appointment on March 13th to get my back worked on. Hopefully soon after I will get my stomach finished.
I also had another brilliant tattoo idea that I'm hoping to get soon as well. I'm going to get a martini glass with the olive sitting next to it. In arcs above and below the glass, it's going to say "Olive-Free or Die". Ha!
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| Merry Freakin' Christmas |
[25 Dec 2008|12:17pm] |
I just got a "merry christmas" text from my old boss, Paul. Worked with him at the title office. How awesome it was to hear from him! It had been two years, almost to the day. He rules.
What did you get for Christmas?
( I got: )
And my boyfriend, Kyle, and I have decided to buy a Wii as a joint gift for ourselves, hence the game from my brother. Stoked!
It's crisp, sunny Christmas day here in San Francisco, and I couldn't be happier.
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[12 Dec 2008|07:53pm] |
For those who asked, I got Brufus back. Thanks (= What a screwy day that was.
In other news, I got a new tattoo on Friday.
It hurt like a sonuvabitch. Two hours of agony. Came out great, though. When the time comes to get it shaded in, I'm going to get the roses red and black and do everything else black. It will look sick.
My friends say I'm queen of the unfinished tattoos. I have an unfinished sleeve on my left arm, an unfinished peacock on my back, an unfinished chest piece, and now this. Meh.
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| Been Awhile |
[07 Nov 2008|04:24pm] |
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I guess it's been about a year and a half since I last submitted an entry.
My roommate and his friend were robbed at gunpoint in our house while my boyfriend and I were home. As the robbers were leaving, my dog ran out the door behind them and they took him. This happened at around 11 this morning. It's now 4 o'clock and I haven't gotten him back. They still have him and are holding him ransom.
The best part about this all is one of the robbers is a mutual friend who even crashed at our place last weekend after partying with us.
It's all fucked now.
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[20 May 2007|03:01am] |
kekeke
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[08 May 2007|07:29pm] |
Bicycle Makeover.
Matt calls her the Magenta Marauder.
Anyhoodles.
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[13 Apr 2007|11:34pm] |
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This new DP is pretty dope. They'll be playing here in July sometime. That would be cool to go to.
Tonight is Midnight Ridazz. I began the ride and then shortly split off. For some reason, I wasn't really feelin' it tonight. My friend is on his way over. We're going to get fucked and then make our way to the post-Ridazz party at Joe-Mo's warehouse in the TL. ha
I guess I am sort of dating someone now, though I don't know how good of an idea it is to get into anything remotely serious/exclusive at this point. I really just need Mallory time.
I am going to paint my bike this Sunday. Magenta. She'll look sick. Chris is going to let me borrow his custom-made pastel purple track bike for work. Sweet ride!
I cut my hair again. It's a regular somewhat dramatic A-line.
Anyway, Matt is coming by soon. I need to prep the goods.
Cya
By the way, I'm the Juggernaut, bitch!
Matt and I watched that tonight. Golden Oldie.
Bitch, yo' weapons cannot harm me. Don't you know who the fuck I am?! I'm the fuckin' Juggernaut, bitch!
Hilarity ensued.
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[28 Mar 2007|03:47pm] |
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Today I turned 21.
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[23 Mar 2007|01:35am] |
Luka's at the boozer. It's 1:30 and I'm still awake. Ugh.
I'm watching Secretary. Ever watched it? It's strangely erotic. I like it.
No Hellyer this weekend. The track is closed for construction all weekend, possibly next. God, I picked a really good time to get into track racing. Weaksauce. Oh well, this will give me time to get narrower track bars, tape or grip those bitches, and possibly buy a new 14 or 15t rear Dura Ace cog, just for racing.
I've been told for months now that I need to get to the velodrome. It's my legs. People see the size of my calves and freak out. "You could KILL IT in track racing! Look at your legs!" AJ told me on the night before he left that nothing would disappoint him more than if he were to return and find that I didn't go to the track to at least try it. He said my natural talent and immense potential cannot go to waste, and I agree. The woman who tattoo'd me is 37 and is a nat'l track-racing champ in her age group. She only just started racing 6 years ago. Imagine how far I could go at my age. Boy, oh boy!
So, tomorrow is Friday, all rejoice. I was planning on keeping it mellow because we would have had to leave SF at around 7am in order to make it to the track before 8:30 on Sat., but seeing as the track is CLOSED, tomorrow is on like Donkey Kong. Rage on, little sister, rage on.
Sweet Pete returned from his hiatus in England yesterday. He stopped by the office and said hullo. It was good to see him; we all missed him a lot. He agreed to help me build a new wheelset this weekend or next, and he said he'd also go with me to Freewheel to help me pick out spokes.
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[22 Mar 2007|06:05pm] |
my 21st birthday is next wed.
peter is back from london.
tomorrow is friday (payday, yay).
i want to do some bad things.
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[21 Mar 2007|08:48pm] |
I got stuck in the elevator at 340 Pine today.
Also, is it harmful to eat too many citrus fruits? Does the acidity level tear up your stomach? I just ate seven mandarin oranges and a tangelo. I couldn't stop; they're so good! When they burst in my mouth I go "OH YEAH!"
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[19 Mar 2007|10:28pm] |
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| Know what I just realized? |
[19 Mar 2007|08:37pm] |
I am so in love. In love with life. I found out tonight one of my pals is 36-years-old. This blew me away. All of my friends are years older than I am. They have all done so much. It made me realize I have so much in store. I don't know if I have room in my heart to love a man right now; I just want to embrace life.
I'd also like to embrace this bike:
unf.
Anyhoodles, I couldn't be happier with where I am right now. I was in an elevator today listening to a conversation between coworkers. It went something like this:
girl - "So, another Monday. Ready for it?"
guy - "Not really, but it's going to happen anyway."
girl - "Yep, this whole week is going to happen whether we want it to or not."
God, what a horrible existance that must be to dread each day. I look forward to work. I love what I do. I almost said, "Gosh, that must suck to hate your job so much," but I held my tongue. I'm sure they don't need a reminder.
My friends are watching Buffalo '66 in my living room now. I am going to go join them. I've never seen that movie and I'd really like to.
Until next time, keep the rubber-side to the road.
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[19 Mar 2007|04:57pm] |
My 21st is in 9 days.
We're having cookfest 2007 here tonight. Tommy raided Trader Joe's last night. Tonight we have steak and pasta on the menu. mmmmm
I also need to do laundry tonight. It's been about three weeks. I have no clean undies or socks left. keke
I want to do it.
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[17 Mar 2007|10:13pm] |
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RENEGADE CYBORG KILLER!
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[17 Mar 2007|05:03pm] |
Man, last night was killer. Ended up kicking it at my house with Cutty, Kelly, and Matt. We drank a lot of Jager. We rolled out to Dolores Park at around 3am and kicked it there for a bit. When it began to get really chilly, Cutty and Matt rolled back to my house with me. We hung for a bit longer and then Cutty cut out. Matt and I ended up just hanging until 10am before finally sexing it up and passing out. We woke up at 1:30, sexed it up some more (damn!), and mashed over to South Park for the Godspeed scavenger hunt. I didn't end up entering the hunt, but I am helping my friends Tommy and Eck on the sly. This scavenger hunt is nuts. It's a 24-hour long hunt with 123 clues. You have to take a ton of pictures (and get them developed), find keys hidden around the city, and just rack up the most points by collecting stuff. There's also a pair of Dura Ace track hubs hidden in the city. Super cool. The winning team gets $500. The endpoint is at the Gestalt tomorrow at 3pm.
Cutty and Matt are coming over here in a bit to continue last night's debauchery with some Irish Car Bombs (to drink anything else today would be a travesty).
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[16 Mar 2007|06:23pm] |
My friend and I are going to San Jose next Saturday to race on the velodrome. I'm pretty excited. This is something people have been telling me to get into because I have the perfect build for track racing and I could clean house. I also think it would be loads of fun.
Good news: my foot is not broken or fractured, just sprained. yay. And yay that my work is covering the doctor visit. yays all around.
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[16 Mar 2007|10:06am] |
I fell off my bike yesterday during work. I think I fractured my right foot. I'm about to head to the doctor's to get it checked out. Luckily it happened during work (full coverage, what!), but I really hope it's not fractured because then I will be unable to ride for a bit. )=
AJ left for LA yesterday morning. We spent all night together just talking and bonding one last time. It was a pretty sad night, but I'm so grateful he spent it with me. When he left, I told him "thank you for spending your last night with me. You'll probably never know how much it meant to me."
I've decided I'm going to go to the velodrome next weekend (assuming my foot is OK to ride on) and try track racing. I'll need to put the drop bars on the pista for that.
I guess I'd better get hustlin' to the doctor.
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[14 Mar 2007|06:35pm] |
Started down Beale Street and I'm turnin' up Main
Lookin' for a gal who sells cocaine
Cocaine, run all around my brain
Work was fucking bizarre-o today. I lost my u-lock. Today seemed like the longest day of my life, but not necessarily in a bad way. I only did 23 tags, so it's not like we were insanely busy either. Maybe it has something to do with the fact that I was up doing drugs for most of the night last night. Ha!
Beale and Main are streets in downtown SF.
Anyway, today is AJ's last day in San Francisco. His train leaves for LA tomorrow morning. So weird. I'm going to miss him, but it's not like we have exactly been close lately. We're taking time apart so that we can learn how to be friends. It's good and needed.
My disbatcher rocked me today. He sent me up so many hills. Did I mention I ride a fixed gear? The upside is I'm becoming strong as fuck. I hope to rock these out-of-towners in the NACCCs (North American Cycle Courier Championships, being held in SF this year).
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