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haha
I'm addicted ): now there's a NEW way to procrastinate homework and projects other than facebook and aim.
DARN YOU FLICKR.
its okay, i still love you :]
hm, i'm addicted to trainers. i confess. especially to adidas trainers.
but this was so tempting! they originally cost 70€ and 75€ and i got both together for just 65€! *jumping with joy*
the white ones are ipako and the brown ones akipo.
GHOUL, n. A demon addicted to the reprehensible habit of devouring the dead. The existence of ghouls has been disputed by that class of controversialists who are more concerned to deprive the world of comforting beliefs than to give it anything good in their place. In 1640 Father Secchi saw one in a cemetery near Florence and frightened it away with the sign of the cross. He describes it as gifted with many heads an an uncommon allowance of limbs, and he saw it in more than one place at a time. The good man was coming away from dinner at the time and explains that if he had not been "heavy with eating" he would have seized the demon at all hazards. Atholston relates that a ghoul was caught by some sturdy peasants in a churchyard at Sudbury and ducked in a horsepond. (He appears to think that so distinguished a criminal should have been ducked in a tank of rosewater.) The water turned at once to blood "and so contynues unto ys daye." The pond has since been bled with a ditch. As late as the beginning of the fourteenth century a ghoul was cornered in the crypt of the cathedral at Amiens and the whole population surrounded the place. Twenty armed men with a priest at their head, bearing a crucifix, entered and captured the ghoul, which, thinking to escape by the stratagem, had transformed itself to the semblance of a well known citizen, but was nevertheless hanged, drawn and quartered in the midst of hideous popular orgies. The citizen whose shape the demon had assumed was so affected by the sinister occurrence that he never again showed himself in Amiens and his fate remains a mystery.
A second trip to Southern California proved to be an expensive one..
I spent about a week trapsing around California and Nevada on this one, just basically living that Socal life of hanging by the ocean, seeing punk rock shows, riding the motorcycle through the mountains and desert and enjoying the company of a beautiful curvy blonde.
In this case, the motorcycle is a rented Africa Twin from Motoquest in Long Beach. I had heard about Motoquest from my travels in Alaska, and was thrilled to find out they had expanded to doing rentals in several cities on the west coast, along with various guided tours. While I couldn't afford to have a bike for a full week, I wanted to spend at least a day or two on one to really get the most that Southern California offers. While on the phone with Motoquest to set up the rental, I'd planned on renting a smaller, more "basic" bike.. that was at least, till Toni casually mentioned they'd just gotten in a pair of then new (stateside) Africa Twins to their rental fleet. These bikes were a HOT commodity, and I HAD to try one.. 24 hours with this steed and I was in LOVE, which led me to purchasing a brand new one 6 months later right after I paid off my student loans.. Responsibility isn't very punk rock..
Anywho, here my rented Africa Twin is, perched over Cajon Pass as a BNSF train rumbles by below.