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Sound; “oh what a night”.

Sight; Sunglasses too.

Taste; Zesto’s cheeseburger. Nothing better.

Touch; Wear close-toed shoes on motorcycles. Consider this my PSA for the year. I’ve got to convince my parole officer that this counts towards my community service.

Smell; You can’t smell anything with wind jammed up your nose.

July 6, 2000
The motorcycle is one big gleaming marital aid.

Today I rode a motorcycle on the highway for the first time. Talk about an exhilarating, knee shaking, palpitating, sweaty palmed experience. The fear was compounded by the fact that I wore the new shoes I picked up last week. Very cute, wood platform with a taupe leather about four inches wide for its strap. Sorry about that. You needed to know. So, I’m wearing capris and these goddamned shoes and a black German style helmet strapped way too tight under my chin. I had to pull it tight as possible because right before I took off, it took off itself. One more thing to be worrying about. No sunglasses to keep the wind from ripping tears from my eyes, and all the protection a girl needs while traveling over the concrete at mileage I won’t mention, yes ladies and gentlemen, I had the presence of mind to wear a cardigan. I wasn’t worried about a thing.

After I stopped chewing my lip to shreds it was divine. I was traveling over the same highway I drove everyday for most of my life, but this time, I was on the highway. It doesn’t sound like much but it held a certain novelty. Did I mention I walked away from my desk at work to do this? I take my career very seriously folks. Not that no one knew, they did. I just feel so at ease with myself and my work and my time, I wouldn’t have been able to just go do that anywhere else I’ve worked. Things have worked well. Depending on the income coming in, I think I’d like to finish the year temping. There’s a distinct freedom to it. No false loyalties, no forced camaraderie unless you actually hit it off with a few people. I enjoy not having to give my all right now. It would be a different subject entirely if I was working and doing something I felt something about. But I don’t. For the first time, I don’t think that’s a bad state of mind.

Oooooooh, thunder. Rain can’t be far behind.

Not a metaphor, it really is thundering. I’m not that deep.

So this is an experiment. The reason my updates have been few and far between is because I feel that I should give my all and have lots of paragraphs. Hrmph. Bullshit. I’ll be updating daily from here on out, with no preconceived notion of the “perfect length,” there’s no such thing. Although I would love to hear about YOUR perfect length. What, about seven inches, four inches round? Works for me.

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No. 2

Holy shit. I didn’t know a water faucet could do that.

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