Exhaustion Takes Over

Fuck this shit. At some point, there has to be a sign that reads 'The End', right? Like in the Bugs Bunny skits we watched as kids, I can just stop blah-ging and discontinue this ever-pressing search for valuable content? 

As it turns out, riding bikes (and life) is more fun when you're out doing it instead of talking about it on the Internet. Besides. Nobody cares. Not even a smidgen. So.

There's that. 

I guess bikes is really the answer. 

(And yes, I'm aware that 'bikes is' happens to be grammatically incorrect as hell, but... Fuck off. This is my blog.)