Let The Good Times Roll!

Yeah, it's been awhile. It's one of those facts of life that you can just suck my left tit about, isn't it?

I crashed another bike. I'm picking up my new one this saturday. No, I haven't learned my lesson. Or if I have, I choose to ignore it and blindly pursue something that makes me happy... oh, how like life so far! I live in my ID.
I've decided that morals and restrictions are for people who think that life is long.
Nothing I do will be remembered (likely) 100 years from now, so what does it matter?
Now, this doesn't mean I have a death wish (although I'm sure some will argue the fact) just that I'm going to stop holding back on things I want to do because a)they're dangerous or b)they're considered taboo, mean, rude etc etc etc
I've come to realize how short life is, or at least, the parts where you can really live.
I think I've become dangerous. And I kinda like it.

Long Live The Bad Girl