Sometimes having a lot in common isn’t the best thing. 

Yeah, I like riding around on my BIcycle. 

Rob has been my unfaithful companion for 5 years now, ever since my brother gifted him to me for my 13th birthday. Rob is now dying/dead. I could try and con you out of some money with a heartrending plea about some surgery that Rob needs, without which he cannot survive. With two punctured tires and rust creeping its way up places that Rob never allows the public to view, I think its too late. Besides now, that I think about it, I just understood the whole BIcycle thing- Rob’s tires never got punctured when some guy rode him( I know how that sounds, but you know what I mean).

As much as I would like for this to explode into one giant biographical post, I’m going to dole out the crazy in installments. Thing is, this post was not meant to be about Rob, its meant to be about me and just how exciting my life is…not. 

Exciting it may not be, but its definitely interesting, annoying and even funny in parts. Te title of this post will be explained in due time, but for now lets just say

the list of things I should not do, and the list of things I want to do have a lot in common ;)

See you on the other side.