dear making a candycane diary,
every time the unibomber takes me on the motorcycle- when i get off of the dumb thing it feels like there are 41,000 tiny bugs dragging their penises across my forehead making it itch terribly and i don't like that feeling much and i could go without riding on that bike for the rest of my time here on earth and i wouldn't suffer from missing a thing. not my cup of tea; bugs in the teeth, tangles in my hair, wind in my ears. that and the unwritten rule of waving to other bikers who pass- i don't do it- and i am not going to either- just as soon as i start that'll one will be the fucking hero and his cuntface bride. CONTACT. yup, i ain't wavin at a mother fucker. not even in another town. you never know where that mother fucker has gone and hooked himself up on the sly. i might wave and be courteous on vacation, lol, seven states away.