My bicycle is broken

The SHAFT upon which the seat is MOUNTED has become bent!

Also, I need a new PUMP for my tires, but I think i shall just push it down to the gas station as I usually do.

The THRUST of what I am saying is that my bike is seriously FUCKED up at the moment and I won't be able to go on any satisfying RIDES anytime soon.

Damnit. Not even overly sexualized language with handy HTML bitties won't satisfying my lust for biking in the rain. Without my bike I shall become fat and complacent!
... more fat and more complacent I guess I should clarify that to be. Considering how I currently have both of those traits in spades!

Spades, like in cards? It is a phrase.

I realise that might of confused some people, I'm looking at you Jamieson (I mean, he didn't even know the phrase "A bird in hand is worth two in the bush." I mean, jeeze), so i shall explain; Having something "In spades" refers to the card game "bridge" where suits have a preferential order, spades being the top of them. Having a bid 'in spades' meant you had the highest possible trump bid without increasing the numerical value of your bid.

It means "a lot".

So anyway, I need to either hacksaw off the bottom of the shaft of my bike seat, or bring it in to be fixed by a professional. I think I'll do the latter since my bike could use a number of repairs, not the least of which would be making my gears work properly for the first time in... Ever.

Do I blog because I am depressed and bored, or do I get depressed and bored because I blog. YOU DECIDE!

But just to let you know:
I'm standing on the wall, feeling ten feet tall.
And this is my front page. My new age.
All my bitches throwing their hands in the air,
And waving them about, like they just don't care.

Now, since I zoned out for a few minutes, while I digested the latest math problem before disregarding it as to annoying to bother sovling, we should have some sort of representation of the passage of time.

So I want all of you to envision an analog clock face, with its hands spinning rapidly. But really, only think of them as spinning for like 5 minutes because that's all I zoned out for. Or keep them spinning as long as you want, it is a pretty neat effect. If you have poor visualization skills, you can probably find one on the internet, if someone wants to, they should comment a link to such a spinning clock animated .gif! That would be really awesome.

Anyway. Um. Yeah. So anyone wonder why I am always the last person to find stuff out? If you did wonder that, that'd be really interesting, because I wonder that sometimes too. Then I thought for awhile that maybe it was like how everything is always in the last place you look [because you stop looking when you find it!] but like for social informational filteration systems. Like I'm the last one to know something because as information diseminates down to me, I recieve it and just don't pass it on because I've already ASSUMED that everyone else already knows, so it only SEEMS like I'm the last one to know because I am a dick and don't pass on the information because of my previous assumptions!

So in summary. I'm a bit of an asshole in a social structural sense. And in a sorta every sense.

ASSHOLE.