Just got a bump up to 24 hours per week from 21. A bit more dough, but more importantly it allows me (and family) to enroll in an awesome health and dental plan, fully paid by my employer.
This fall and winter, my teeth will get fixed, finally.
I got treated to dinner and a movie by a certain lady friend. Really depressing movie, but a very lovely evening.
Admittedly, she's married, so it's not like it's a date or anything. I'm just going to have one drink, say I had a lovely time, and go home.
^ You can do a century before that. In six months, I went from feeling faint after three slow miles to being ready to ride 165 in a two-day event. I'm old and out of shape. You're young and ready to go. Congrats on the new bike.
On good news, I just got another email from Dave. He got the frame and will send it out tomorrow morning. Apparently, the UPS driver broke his tooth during lunch, and stopped to go to the dentist before making the rest of his deliveries.
then you don't know what is, and you immediately jumped to being a cunt bag.
There have been lots of suggestions, and then a temper tantrum where you suggest that how dare anyone treat you like anything less than a superstar. So go fuck yourself and your un-earned sense of entitlement.
It would win an award at Cannes, I guarantee it. Dramatic music, bloody thorn holes. We would film him walking to work and walking around his office with the MTB and play it off as some mental disease in which he insists on dragging a Huffy around everywhere he goes. Golden.