It is difficult to ratify my need for speed when all the traffic lights are in cahoots and conspiring against me. I managed to hit every. single. light. on my way to work this morning, including a gratuitous and baffling stop in the Stanley Park Causeway. I wish to go fast, and squeezing the brakes every block or so does not give me the speed I desire. Given that my top speed is 80km/h (while going downhill with a stiff wind at my back), I don’t think I’m asking too much – I’d like to be able to at least go the speed limit, is all. Oscar is completely done with winter and wants to go quickly, and I would like to accommodate his reckless endeavor in a responsible and upright manner.

I’m fighting to resist the urge to take my scissors into the bathroom and cut my hair. I’ve got Scooter Bangs – my hair is long enough where my helmet flattens things out and covers my eyes. It’s times like this when I wish I didn’t have bangs, but I am oh so trendy with them. Also, I’ve *always* had bangs. There are numerous pictures of Tiny Kimli with varying degrees of terrible hair, but the bangs are always there (occasionally joined by blue eyeliner!).

Twitter is entertaining me with #nerdpickuplines, but I think I outed myself as a MegaNerd (because it was a huge secret) with my contribution of “I’d like to iddqd your idspispod until your idkfa looks like Dopefish”. No one seems to have gotten it, which makes me sad (and if you DO get it, please let me know and we will have some sex). I guess we can’t ALL make the same comments about the size of our epic mounts *snerk*.

Is it spring yet?

blood orange sky > vanilla sky