Sunday, May 31, 2009

:: Fuck Living, Ride

Yeah. Another long weekend. Responsibilities. They make some things easier. You know where you are. But anyway, here's a mountain.


Mt. Buck-a-mahow (made up name).

There she is. Beema went for a good ride this Saturday. Calgary 22x to Bragg Creek straight North to Cochrane and the 1A West to Canmore. I got caught up behind an 8 bike sport bike group. I kept my distance letting their slower rider have some space but had a ball keeping with 'em. They sounded like a jet when they all accelerated together. Very fun. Vroooom. VROOOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!!! Bitches.
I wish I looked that good. I just ride a girl that good looking. I know how to ride her ;]
Mt. Makeanameyourself.


An afternoon after work. I'm working on the tan. I am wearing less and less on my upper regions. I reccomend this to everyone. Titties need more tan time.
Rabblicious. That's rib and abbs.
What are YOU lookin' at?
Crazy mirror job. 160-180 individual mirrors. Premade in shop 18+ hours labour. I recieved it in larger pieces.
This is how the three pieces I got looked once screwed to the wall.
And a how-to on the whole deal. Leaving out of course tha fact we had to figure it out onsite. Sidenote: the home owners had two dogs. A big french bulldog lookin beast, nice as sunshine, and a mini greyhound, a small dog as small dogs go. From working there one week to the next the big dog, Molly, passed on. Don't know why. She was a sweety. As good as good can go. Sleepwell.




Present tense :: Today I had bbq'd-split-salt+pepper collasal scallops for breakfast. To make sure the day went well I picked up some good vege for a salad and a small t-bone for dinner. Accompanied of course by a wonderful bottle of sparkaling white zinfandel. I know how to do up a long weekend. Alone and delicious.


Peace motherfuckers.

Friday, May 22, 2009

Sunday, May 17, 2009

:: Bebop Jumble

Joes crazy Pizza.

No, it didn't cook properly.
Ben and Beema.
He did well. Will did better. But I did the worst so I can't say much.
Mountain goats. The animal not the band. None of these had em but the first pack we saw has some big horns. Goulet.
Todays breakfast. Steak and eggs.Party time w/ben, Eddie, and Dylon. Goodtimes.
Neon nights.I'm a pimp.

Friday, May 15, 2009

:: Stars


Meet me at the barricade.

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

:: Enough

I never trust myself and music. Never enough. It's never good enough. I'm never good enough.