they/them genderqueer vegan queer edge cliche
i complain a lot and stuff.
i ate left over indian food for breakfast but i also just cried over a gif for no apparent reason so it’s a swings and roundabouts kind of morning.
friend and i were supposed to ride to brighton today, met him in surrey at 10am, we realised that we both thought the other one was going to plan the route. queue some frantic impromptu route making thanks to google maps, but thanks to terrible signal in the countryside and us not really knowing where we were going, we took a bunch of wrong turns. decided instead to do box hill since we were near it and ride round surrey for a bit before heading home, saving brighton for when we’ve planned it better and can actually hang out in brighton afterwards. was still a lovely ride and i rode further than the actual (well planned) london to brighton route. and it was a fucking lovely day which was sunny as shit. aw ye spring fuck ye.
thoughts on this ride are:
1. holy shit i love my new bike
2. brooks cambium is like a million times comfier than any other saddle i’ve ridden ( i only even started to notice any kind of vague discomfort at like 60 miles and evne then it was just kinda whatever. not evne really discomfort)
3. getting out of london, even if just for a few hours, is good for the soul
4. i wanna go offroad more cause the small offroad section was so fucking fun like what.
crying in the street about gender stuff is definitely how i like to spend my monday evenings
i can’t tell if the phrase “my Hungarian goulash is a tour de force.” is supposed to be ironic or not, and everything has lost all meaning.
as a side note everything done whilst listening to pygmy lush becomes a million times more intense