Tire of this

Changed my bike tire! Saweeet. This is a picture of my old tire. Impressive bulge, eh? I was quite proud of it.

Hard to let go of something, even if it's making for a bumpy journey. The threat of disaster exhalts my spirit. Eros and thanatos.

Listening to music... "..If I love you, could you love me?.."

Do not sit at home alone on a rainy day and eat homemade cookies and listen to Dave Matthews and think in symbols and get all weird.

Aaron came by to pick up his music equipment. He knocked on the door as I was doing my laundry, vacuuming and listening to Z-95.3FM Radio, and wearing my usual laundry attire: underwearless pants and a bra. Couldn't decide what to reach for to avoid the most embarrassment -- a shirt or the radio dial. For modesty's sake and to spare Aaron's eyesight, I grabbed a shirt and distracted him with my cookies (the ones I had baked, fools). Yes, I knowingly fed the man sugar! Oh, the sins I commit for the sake of modesty. His modesty. My modesty was long ago spoiled. Mine was so pure that nothing would work as a preservative. No amounts of sugar and spice and everything nice.

The best song to dance to while alone in your room is Hung Up by Madonna. For the hour, anyway. And my Metric mix cd.

I wonder how often people write things that they don't really believe, but let the words stand simply for the reason that the words flowed so nicely and sound pretty together.

Hmm...Belief. Believe. What is the point of this word? What is its use? Belief encourages Doublethink; opposing ideas held in the mind at once. Maybe. I shall think about this. Either something is, or it is not. Decide which you want.