P.ing me O.

There are few things that P. Me O. More than picking up in the middle of a story once the details ( foundation if you will), have already been layed out. Any story rely, but comical ones especialy. Today, for instance. I am in the waiting room of the doctors office, reading "Another Day with JHK" in the Veelo, when I cant help but overhearing the ferocious giggling of a way to huge a party to be in a doctors office. then I hear it,

" So I asked her," are these your keys?" and she said," yes, this is my daughter. I have 2 actually, the other is in day care.""

were upon hearing this, every other person in the waiting room erupted into hysterical laughter. The contagious type. the kind of laughter that regardless of your current state you cant help but burst into tears and touch on the verge of suffocation. All the while, having no idea in the world what is so funny. as if being at the doctors wasn't already filling my mind with thoughts, I then had to spend the next 10 hr's thinking to myself " are these your keys, yes this is my daughter, are these your keys, yes this is my daughter, are these your keys, yes this is my daughter..., ) this is how people go crazy. Not genetic birth effects or traumatized childhoods. Its the people like me. The ease droppers in the waiting rooms., sub way cars, restaurant tables, ect. Were the ones who suffer the most., Random. Suprize visitor got in to town today, details later. Shriver has updated twice now in the same century. Way to go. Timo is all grown up and at school out in CO., he says about his ride Thur.,

"psychobiker04: so i head out and i hear thunder, and i'm kinda riding away from it. well anyways it starts to rain and i'm like it'll just stop in a few, i can see the blue skies. so i keep riding (trying to find this trail into a new network). then the type of dirt changes and it becomes the muddiest crap (more like concrete) i have ever ridden in. my bike becomes absolutely caked with this concrete type mud but i keep plugging on through it. it got to the point where i couldn't hold a straight line and i was just floating on top of the mud with my now 2.5 inch mud coated tires. i finally decided to turn around, by this time the rain is coming at me head on. well anyways it cleared up and i had a great ride. the worst part was when i got back and realized that i needed to wash my bike. i rode around for like 20 minutes looking for a hose but couldn't find anything. so, i call my mom and she drove me to the lake, where i washed my bike with a water bottle which i kept refilling and an old t shirt i used to pack the bikes. so...a total of 2.5 hours riding, where i also met another guy riding an if ss...he was pretty cool but it was sweet because i was actually faster than him on the d-hills."

thats it for now. im off to dream..