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I'm off for a ride...How I'm feelin':  excited |
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Apr. 12th, 2007 @ 11:07 am
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I fit back into my work pants. I'm really confused. I was expecting another month at least...How I'm feelin':  confused |
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Well, I finally come to terms with what I thought happerned to my bike. I figured that someone accidentally hit the bike causing large ammounts of damage which they were obviously unaware of causing. People do make mistakes and I decided I could accept that.
Only that's not what happened.
I've since been informed that what actually happened was there was a bunch of fucktards out drinking when they come accross my bike. They think it would be a really good idea to see how much damage they could do by pushing the thing over. But in order to do what they did, they would need at least 2 strong men capable of lifting up 200KG, then pushing forward in order to pivot over the sidestand. My bike, along with other property, I have been told has fallen victim to people who should never had been allowed in the gene pool. Apparently police were summoned before they reached my bike, and today I will have to begin making enquiries if they were actually apprehended.
Here's where I'm stuck:
I'm having serious problems getting to sleep because I keep dreaming up revenge scenarios, followed by realisations that I don't want revenge, but them to stop polluting the emotional world around me, as well as to fix what they broke (ie, pay for it). I've been cultivating the ability to see the goodness in the world around me, and I'm struggling against that thick tar pulling me back into those old beliefs.
fuck this shit, life is what you choose to look at. At least I havn't been murdered because I happened upon them while they were doing this, and the bike still goes. Not as pretty, but I have noticed on the ride with seth today that I don't care so much about dropping her. I'm more interested in lighting the fire that is my excitement. Pushing her harder and faster because I know I can, closer and closer to joining with this seething powerful mechanical beast. Feeling her petrol explosions and reactionary piston driving ever turning gears to the thrust of the rear wheel. I no longer ride her, I become part, and both of us are not who we were, we fly...
and so I awaken again from adrenaline and acetyl colene and all the other wonderfull biochemical reactions in my brain since it went *snap* just over a month ago.
I can't get no sleep...How I'm feelin': ecstatic, depressed |
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Yesterday I went along to the Easter show with Kerry, Nase and Xander :) much fun was had by all, much fun :)
Last night saw me with a hangover from joy, which is really strange and funny, so I decided to crash the night at their place.
I come out 11am to find that my bike had been knocked over, ending up half on the foot path :( The tank's been dented from the clutch lever, which is also bent, along with so many other points of damage. Handlebars will prolly need replacing too. I'm guessing it's gonna cost between $3-5k to put right. Oh, and no note was left. For a little more details it was hit probably by a person trying to pull out from being parked behind me. looks like the impacted the right footpeg, as there is yellow paint there. The bike was on it's side stand and when I found it, it was still out so they had to hit it pretty hard to pivot the bike over the side stand and down to the ground. I have to head into the police station this arvo to make a report. I'm just waiting for it to stop raining, or mum to show up to hold my hand...
I also have been invited out by 3 different people tonight. This is so strange for me to have to actually think about where to go / what to do. I'm so not used to having a bunch of friends... |
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So a little over half an hour ago I rode down to 711 to get some smokes. On the way back I was pulled over by police and informed that my rego ran out on March 16, no I say, April 16, nope it was March. So I sit down and they do the check they do and I start thinking to myself, here we go, major depression, suicidal thoughts again, all this hard work down the tube. I even go so far as to tell said police officers what's going through my thoughts...
I wish to thank them, they were kind and concerned for me, offered to take me to the hospital if I needed it, they were very nice police officers indeed!
And I'm confused. They told me if I went to centrelink and go on disability I can get rego for free...
So now I'm sitting here and I didn't cascade into depression or bad places. I'm confused but still doing well. This is my first real test of my new psyche, and it seems to have surpassed all expectations! In fact I'm a bit proud of how resilient my subconscious actually is. Which in turn makes me happy that all that hard work in fact paid off. :)
Mar. 30th, 2007 @ 05:09 am
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Now that I've slept I'll give you all an ( update )
Mar. 26th, 2007 @ 10:15 am
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I finally got back from the bush doof. I am so tired. I havn't danced so much since Armoury days, no, I danced more then I did at Armoury.
Can't think right now, need sleep :)
Mar. 25th, 2007 @ 05:57 pm
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So I've been watching a bunch of motorcycle clips of youtube and I got an itching for a good blast through the twisties :)
Mar. 13th, 2007 @ 11:42 pm
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| » ROFLMFAO |
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Hey, he was a great dad, every year he got soo mad when santa didn't bring any presents
Mar. 13th, 2007 @ 01:18 pm
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