jose cuervo especial

perfect for all the slow days. good thing it doesn't taste like poop, unlike almost every other kind of poison. i'm gonna sew my pants now. hope my fingers don't get too acquainted with the needle.

and oh i finally signed up for bike lessons. this morning while driving i saw a female bike student standing in a corner in the circuit crying and screaming at her instructor. the poor man just stood there and stared at her. maybe he told her to learn to cycle first...