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- Dec 26, 2019
I stopped in some kind of bodega and found a "yogurt soda" but it was $6.99 and I noped out, now I'm thinking about how good it probably is and go back tomorrow and get it. They are raising food stamps up 25 percent
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So maybe I should have knocked on wood after typing that last sentence because today I ate shit- not on the pavement but on the gravel- after taking too sharp a turn in the dirt. Fuckin pebbles, man. Being on a bike instead of skateboard lured me into a false sense of security and I didn't suspect that the pebbles were going to find a way to terrorize me again. I'm not in too bad shape, just a torn up knee and a big lump on the other leg.Today I am happy that I can walk and bend over perfectly fine as yesterday I'm pretty sure I pinched an ass-nerve cycling. Professor Google is telling me that this could be a combination of poor posture (very likely) and improper seat position (also very likely). I'm still very new to riding so I also need to get used to switching into a standing position rather than always being seated. I still haven't fallen off and eaten shit on the pavement thankfully!
Recently, I discovered episodes for a show that was on before something I watched ages ago as well. Since I didn't watch those episodes regularly, I was curious how things ended up. The immediate arc ended satisfactorily, but the remaining epiosdes felt like they jumped the shark and as if I didn't miss much in the end.Today I got to watch the very first episode of the old 80s cartoon Silverhawks. ... It's filth.
Gravel sucks. When I still played in a recreational sports league, one of the fields had gravel and I got road-rash like irritation on leg enough so that I had to go to doctors and get antibiotics to prevent infection.So maybe I should have knocked on wood after typing that last sentence because today I ate shit- not on the pavement but on the gravel- after taking too sharp a turn in the dirt. Fuckin pebbles,
I can easily believe that. I knew someone who, during the time we weren't in touch, briefly worked at a strip club. TL;DR, she quit after less than a year because she hated the Russell Greer types and the guys who ignored the rules against pawing at and groping the dancers. It's definitely not as glamorous and empowering as the pro "sex work" crowd wants to spin it as.Tonight I went to a strip club. One of the girls sat down with us and kindly answered our questions about her profession and what the life was like. (A: it's horrendous and when she told us that most girls lasted less than six months in the job, we believed her).