alicia (fuzzdecay) wrote,
alicia
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a dude on a motorcycle just wrecked in front of my complex. he was thrown 12ish feet from his bike onto the curb. his bike is in pieces scattered across both lanes of traffic. cars are just running over it.

shawn went down to check it out since i'm bedridden.



the first thing the guy said was "how's my bike?" poor guy. the thing was brand new.


i suppose that's what you get for taking curves too fast when you dunno what you're doing. the firetruck and ambulance are there now.
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    it's that time of year again :\

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  • (no subject)

    it's that time of year again :\

  • (no subject)

    i feel shitty. my nose/throat/tummy all don't feel right. and the smell of bradford pear is somehow permeating the walls and snaking through my apt.…

  • (no subject)

    dear bradford pear trees, you bloomed a week ago, and i was happy... because you did not smell. i thought that maybe i had avoided the nostril…