Aren't you all excited by the socialist rhetoric flying throughout Boston this evening?

By the way, young Ron . . . if you're at the democratic national convention, you are making a political statement.

It's about goddamn time.

I need some addddvice, whoever wants to offer it. My landlord tried to move my bike and dropped in on a jack, denting my tank. It's noticeable. I'm still paying for the bike, but the shitty thing is that I fixed the same spot two years ago when that car hit me. I almost did something terrible to said asshole who dropped my bike, but instead I have let it go. He's paying for it though . . .

Here's the thing. This is my bike if it were new, save the dent on the left side.



I don't want to make him pay for a new tank but there is one online I could get for a lot cheaper with the understanding that I will one day return it to black. Here's what it would look like. I just don't know if it'll look like ass.



Here's option B, with a black tank bra.



So. It is a big deal to me, first of all because it'll rust if I don't do something. And the thing represents all that's good in the world, as sad as that is.
so should I
a) live with a dent and just touch it up seeing as though it makes the bike have character.
b)get a red tank and slap it on with the idea that I could paint it black one day
c)Red tank, black bra (that's funny in't it)
d)I like olives

Please, anyone who wants to contribute would be much appreciated. Y'all could even email me if you're so inclined.

I thank you.

Curse you sun for not tanning me
I envy the burned even
This is what is has come to
How much do I need to give of myself
How many hours, between 1 and 4
I look below and there is no line of tan
No line of burnt skin
I hate you

You and I will have it out
This I swear

Come on moon
let's flog this asshole

That voice is fucked up.

Billy just shit himself, thanks.

First off, I agree with you my dear Rachel [inlink]rachel,102[/inlink], although I think you're a little wrong.

I don't call. But I do answer the phone out of guilt . . . so essentially the same thing. I understand. But I'm not saying that I'm not interested, in fact more often than not, we're still in negotiation. My point is, if I'm busy, I am busy. Don't question that. Because if you do question that, you'll find that I do have about an hour of free time a day in which I could possibly meet with said person. The question is, do I want to take that hour and give it someone who's sorta cool, at least as far as I know right now. Would you?

In my eyes, they have to be so goddamn intriguing that I am willing to take the consequences of putting off things to spend time instead, with this person. It happens every now and then, and then I play catch up, and it's fine. But when it's consistent, it gets old very quickly, please tell me if you have not been there.

What I don't need is to hear, "Well okay, I guess you don't want hang out with me, even though I'll just hang out while you do stuff . . ." (which is a lie by the way. If there was anyone who actually could sit and do work at the same time, disregarding me, but being together, that would be a feat, but it doesn't happen that way. No one has work they want to do apparently. (I realize the absurdity of that last statement)) It gets to the point in which I say, "You're right." And they get bent out of shape because of honesty.

Women are not hard to understand, they're just incredibly strange creatures. Beautiful, wonderful, really insolent creatures, but still. Then again, I all but despise most guys until I see some genuine traits in them too, sooo . . . I suppose I just have a problem with people.

It's like Bukowski said when asked if he liked people, "It's not that I don't like people . . . I just feel better when they're not around."

Anyway, enough of my rant.

Comments please, let's get into this. Perhaps we can figure out this enigma.