The last day of summer, by my measurement, calls for bike rides to get brunch. It calls for biking fast down to the river. It calls for getting a mimosa with eggs even though that's a bit ridiculous. It does not call for my pedal falling off my bike on the way home. I could blame the situation on the less than stellar craigslist bike, but whatever, the story I'm sticking to is like this: DUDES. I biked so hard I broke my bike.
Other tidbits:
- I'm addicted to Scrabble on facebook.
- Running is sucking, and I miss it.
- Work, dear god. Goodbye, daytime internetting.
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