Just fucking die. Yes, it's that end of the season doldrums. I have no more racing scheduled, and don't want to. I _should_ be attempting to motivate for my weight training phase...ok, got one set in monday...but when I got home tonight...
nothing...
nada.....
zzzzzzz.....
I had full intentions of riding on the road at work today (I'm actually writing this wednesday night), but had a dr's appt in the afternoon so I couldn't afford the long 'lunch'. Got to the Dr's office and it was closed. Checked my phone for a message....found it was off....turned it on....there was the message.....recorded at 9:30 this morning.
If I had the thing on I would have got the message before lunch and gone on the ride....
Get the message?
So now I'm doing one of my default uber-boredom pastimes: web surfing for my two favorite things in the world - bikes and lesbians. So here it is, written wednesday and thursday for a FNF post - Bikes and Lesbians (in special consideration for my friend-from-down-under)
Enjoy.
Peace Out, Mother Fuckers
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Ha! Cheeky bastard! Cheeky Zen! Missed this. Why thank you! For. The Peace Out. Mother Fucker's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yeah. Fuck.Yeah. Peace.Out. Across the waters... ;-) Miff
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