Brighton. Home sweet home. Right in the middle of "the Brighton Shuffle", which is a term the cab drivers use to describe the nightly mad dash to get last call in at every bar between Packards Corner and Oak Square. This place is over by the IV (Irish Village), and I'm sure my car's gonna get broken into, but it's all worth it if I never have to live in Belmont again as long as I live.
aww, its true, i haven’t paid it much attention. ive been busy. still am. i need a vacation after the vacation im taking next week. sad. i have been jogging everyday. hopefully if i keep that up i wont feel like a fat kid pedaling up hill when im on my bike. i should just get a new bike. one that isn’t so god damn heavy. I told a friend of mine that I haven’t talked to in a few years that I can ride a bike now and I think she almost had a heart attack. i miss you guys. if i bring my ladies into the city someday next month do you wanna escort us around? carfull though, my laides are vicious.