I went out today to try and buy a bike helmet. Turns out my head is fucking huge and i couldn't find one. I bought lights for night riding, which will be useful back in kansas as well, but i will be taking my life into my own hands as i ride helmetless. I figure it can't be any worse that rolling around on my scooter with no helmet.
I shaved my hair off. It's very short again and i love it.
My suit should be pressed tomorrow and ready to wear. Pictures coming soon.
Also, I will have a cell phone for the rest of the summer as of tomorrow. The number is 503-933-8000. Not only is it a shifty Cricket phone for drug dealers, but the number is actually 933-8000. If that doesn't sound like a drug dealer number or a sex hotline then i don't know what does. Oh, and when i went to try and buy a phone the place that was listed in the phone book turned out to be shut down and converted into a garage that is probably a chop shop. Nothing says shifty like Cricket.
Not much new or exciting on the PolitCorps front. I feel like our article in the Times misrepresented us a bit. Oh well. National coverage never hurts.
I'm taking my sunburnt scalp and i'm going to bed.
2 comments:
Derek's head is too big too. As for the shiftiness, ew. Hey maybe it is a drug dealing sex line? eh eh? ooh la la. two in one.
Please don't get hit by a car. or else. I will hit you with mine.
Aww... So it WAS you with your phone/text antics!! Well then, i'm very glad i responded appropriately. ;)
And what's so shifty about all of that?! I mean, c'mon, i have very similar business endeavors, so that means it was prolly legit. Ha.
PS: Now remember.. SPF 50, or no less than 35, your cute big head.
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