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I bought a pack of wife-beaters at Target last week and wore one today. I love the way they feel, but unlike when I used to wear them constantly in high school, I actually look like a 40-year-old old man. I just need some stains and a beer, I guess.

I rode my bike up to Webster to get the hell out of Galveston and its Memorial Day traffic and maybe get something to eat. I thought about emailing Shockwave to see if he wanted to get food (since apparently he might want an excuse to get away from the house) but ... I forgot my cellphone. And without it I can't email him. Oh well.

I found out that cocacola gets bird crap off of chrome pretty well. Hmm.