Happy birthday, Spongebob.
Pamela has just finished her 2010 Ladies of the dfL calander, though knowing the dfL, we’re not guaranteed that all of the ladies are in fact ladies.
Email Pamela if you’d like to get yer paws on one. firstname.lastname@example.org
Regardless of the fact that I don’t have a traditional 9 to 5 these days, I still have a twinkle of joy in my heart when Friday rolls around. It might just be because I feel as though we, as a collective consciousness heave a big sigh of relief in unison, and get on with what free time THE MAN allows.
As I sat on my flight enroute to PDX this past Friday, and devoured Chuck Klosterman’s ‘Killing Yourself to Live. 85% of a true story’, I couldn’t help but notice a couple of similarities between his journey and the one I was embarking on to partake in this year’s Single Speed Cross Worlds.
Except the parts that weren’t.
Upon my return home Monday night I reluctantly turned on my computer, only to find that in the couple of days I was away, I received over 100 emails. I type with two fingers and my nose. How the hell am I supposed to get through all of those?
The only answer I can see is that I get an assistant;