Posty!
POSTY YAY!
Anywho. The new UNH team kits came in this week, so I picked my stuff up. Turns out it is EXACTLY like the old stuff – save for a few new sponsors. So now I have two of the (essentially) exact same long sleeve jerseys, short sleeve jerseys, bib shorts and arm warmers. Oh well. At least I like the color.
I’ve also been riding a lot, but that isn’t very interesting. Riding the rollers is not very interesting, therefore reading about it on the internet blog is even less interesting.
We had a snow day on Wednesday, to which Ken and myself proclaimed in a cherub-like voice “NO PARENTS NO PARENTS NO PARENTS HAHAHAHAHAHA!” then we ran around the apartment naked before spending our day sitting on the couch under blankets, eating grilled cheese and watching old episodes of “The Baby Sitters Club” on DVD.
Well, actually, I rode 100 miles on the rollers, ate, slept, and hung out with Ally.
Know what the best song in the world is? “Got Your Money” by ODB. Anyone who says otherwise should be shot. The greatest line? The line that propels this song from good hip hop to literary masterpiece?
“I don’t have no problem with you fuckin’ me
but I have a little problem with you not fuckin’ me.”
SUCK ON THAT BOB DYLAN. You try to create something as awesome as that. YOU CAN’T. You know why? YOU AREN’T TOTALLY COKED OUT OF YOUR HEAD.
