January 2012
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you know you're a petrosexual when...
you think: i wish that girl in a bikini would get out of the way so i could see the car better
in other news, i want to learn sign language, but there’s precious few classes around here. i would drop three grand in a heartbeat and take an immersive two week course in washington dc, but i have to save up my vacation days for me mum.
on medicaid
during the third year of pharmacy school, the class was in a riot! the topic: the unfairness of the american welfare system. people were passionately arguing and shouting, some were literally crying. ironically, they were all arguing the same thing: welfare is ludicrously unfair. then, one young man raised his hand and held it there until the professor managed to shush everyone (which took a...
if there’s one surefire way to improve your reflex time and decrease accidents when you’re driving, most of us would jump right on it, right? until you find out that it’s putting down that goddamn cell phone. and the thing i hate most about talking and driving is the pure arrogance of it all.
inevitably, the first argument is: “well, i’m a pretty good driver and i...
i used to play violin and i had an amazing teacher (who i didn’t appreciate enough at the time). she was from new zealand, which served to (1) make her so much more flippin’ adorable and (2) probably give her a foul taste of the states after the events i’ll discuss. it seemed, in addition to me not appreciating her, no one else did either. neither her students or colleagues....
reinforcing my beliefs, i almost got t-boned the other day! probably because the other driver was on a goddamn cell phone. the other car’s brakes were screeching, i slammed on my van’s accelerator pedal.* (which caused this sickening cracking sound) i know i should be glad to have the car’s cage around me, but it just left me with the feeling that i’d rather die on a bike...
in my hand, i hold the tag renewal letters for two of the most beautiful vehicles ever made. :(
my mother’s coming in three days and i have a fridge that has no food in it and about $150 worth of alcohol!
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i had a friend who really liked to ask to ride in my lotus, but who complained throughout the ride. the lotus elise is a no compromise vehicle in terms of comfort. you couldn’t drive a lotus elise for long just because you liked the status of it. you really had to love the road.
and that’s why i loved it, because it was purely about driving. i won’t get into the disappointment i...
December 2011
15 posts
two cases of needless aggression
i love moderately spicy foods. wings, vietnamese soups, tacos… the heat just adds a delightful element. but i can barely eat at my extended family’s gatherings. they add so much peppers to the food that my stomach burns and i literally get nauseated after the first bite. i really can’t decide whether they’ve become acclimated to the spice or if it’s just a case of...
the kid i sold my bike to let me ride it for half an hour last saturday. god bless him. i’d trade pushing the lotus to its limits for that half hour of slow city riding in a heartbeat
this may seem like a white whine, but it’s such a goddamned fucking shame that i’m going to be spending >$50K for a car that i only somewhat enjoy when i could buy a motorcycle that i...
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how to proper turn a corner
now, taking a corner proper consists of focusing on two parts: entry speed and angle of entry.
motorcycling gives you a different outlook on entry speed because you have a good chance of losing control if you brake during a turn. you can definitely brake during a turn in a car, but unless you’re racing, why not brake before the turn, which almost guarantees you traction? brake before the...
my biggest culture shock from moving to walgreens is a severe lack of basic education in some of our patients. (in my first draft, i used the word “stupidity,” but decided that’s a little harsh)
my first big experience was when a patient called up and asked me to go over her directions with her. it was a relatively complicated regimen, calling for one tablet once daily on the...
“we ‘ve been doing it all wrong, we ‘ve been chasing the american...”
“wipe that smile off your face! i ‘ve seen your bike out there; it ‘s...”
– my favourite patient inadvertently scared the crap out of me when he walked up to the counter and said this
how do you sort the segments of your life?
most of my later life is definitely sorted by song. right now, i’m going through the eisley’s the valley era, featuring the loss of my elise and end of my career with publix. my first car accident and major falling out with my mum was the delerium’s chimera era. then, there’s the franz ferdinand’s tonight era, where i liked a girl, but i guess she didn’t like me...
when i was five minutes away from motorcars of georgia yesterday, i realized i was trembling. looking at cars is better than a first date for me. unfortunately, they did not have a single lotus on the lot. (which, following the metaphor, is my equivalent of being stood up)
i’m young and tend to dress terribly, which went hand-in-hand with my favourite habit of sitting near my car and...
i can’t help but to blame mi madre for my current vehicular troubles. she asked me to sell the bike and i unwillingly obliged. what does that have to do with the car crash? i was “forced” to buy my car way ahead of schedule. before i bought the bike, i actually took a safety and proficiency course. (if you only knew the scrapes i’ve gotten out of with the skills I learned there. in fact, I only...
somewhere, in an olde apartment in macon, a person is staring at a coathanger bent into the shape of a heart that’s hanging from the ceiling and wondering wtf it is. i don’t believe that they would fathom i used it to brand myself and accidentally left it behind.
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November 2011
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a roaring mustang going at 30 mph today reminded me of something. a friend once disappointingly commented about how quiet my elise was. that’s because, unlike a mustang or a rice rocket or a porn star, when my car screams, she means it. if your car is roaring at sub-highway speeds, please consider an upgrade.
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http://www.neatorama.com/2011/11/24/the-paper-art-o... →
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i can easily name the three saddest days in my life: the day i found out my mom had liver cancer the day i sold my triumph, at my mother’s request and today, when i was told my car was totaled
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there’s a reason why i haven’t posted in a year! and it’s because i’ve been on the road. i haven’t gone anywhere in particular, but one of my favourite activities is driving off until i ran out of fuel (on the bike) or used up a quarter/half a tank (in the car). then i’d gps myself home.
i forget how many miles i put on the bike, but i do remember that it was...
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i hit a deer on november 3, the car is transported to the body shop on november 8 or so…. well, today, the insurance adjustor finally looks at the car and calls me: the cost of fixing the car is $20,000. that’s a shitload of money!! i think i could use that money to cure aids. that’s a lot of money.
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nostalgia
winter comes! and it brings back memories. i was just getting good at motorcycling about this time last year. in any case, i remember:
stepping into the morning sun, smelling the crisp winter air, crunching the grass as i cut the lawn to walk to my bike. i start up the motorcycle, carefully adjust the choke and set about gearing myself up. parents sit in cars around me, engines running to warm...
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afk
i wish i could remember where i got that last quote from. it’s been a year since i’ve posted? so much has changed in a year, since that last post, i’ve:
secured a financially sound job (huzzah!)
bought a motorcycle
sold a motorcycle
bought a bigger motorcycle
sold a motorcycle
bought a supercar
wrecked a supercar (deer)
i said so much changes, but i guess it all tends...
June 2010
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May 2010
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i have a degree now. doctor of pharmacy. this leaves me filled with weird, strange feelings of fulfillment and a huge question: okay, what happens next?
March 2010
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another concert listing
March 8 Rogue Wave @ The Loft ============================================ March 12 The Judies @ The Star Bar ============================================ March 13 The Morning Benders AND MINIATURE TIGERS @ The Drunken Unicorn ============================================ March 16 Snowden @ The EARL ============================================ March 22 The Ruby Suns w/ Toro Y Moi @ The Drunken...
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medical slang. aka HOSPI-BONICS! you better... →
February 2010
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How to Make Your Own Keyholder →
iambitta:
rdornan: After realizing I only use 3 of my keys on a daily basis, I decided to make another, slimmer, key holder. I thought it would a good idea to document the process in photos for anybody who is feeling the diy urge to make their own.
Step 1: Materials needed Donor tool (in this case, a $5 Winchester multi tool from Walmart) Copies of your keys (you should be able to fit 4...
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i was younger, once, and i was in high school. for an awards ceremony, we had to prepare a short biography for ourselves. i prepared my biography and turned it in as usual, but then wrote a secret one. i had another kid give the slip of paper to the student speaker who would read them all aloud, counting on the fact that she wouldn’t review them before reading them.
come the night of the...
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dear girl-who-looks-like-a-slightly-curvier-version-of-amy-adams / your beauty is quite exquisite
to the girl-who-could-be-but-is-not-dressed-like-a-hollywood-madam / to you i would most certainly visit
but to you red-headed-stepchild-i-would-probably-not-beat / i would not know what to say
for if we were by off-chance-…but-not-entirely-unlikely encounter to meet / i could only say DAYYUM...
January 2010
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i say goodbye to 2009 with rooney’s daisy...
December 2009
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hey chick on Intervention that is burning herself...
imemilya:
bowlingalleylawyer:
I’d ignore you. too.
You make people with real problems that need real help get further ignored.
You need to try life without a worthless fucking man. You need a hobby. Read a book. Call me when some real shit happens.
thanks,
~someone who has real problems (yet never set a Camel on her arm cos of it)
??? Okay, sorry, I hate getting involved in Tumblr...