you guys have to do something about the smell. here i was, minding my own business on I-8, rocking out to madonna's "hey mr. dj" and my nostrils did a double-take. the air for 40 miles preceding and proceeding your quaint (i'm being generous here) hamlet is foul beyond belief. therein lies the reason nobody just "hangs out" in a pit toilet. it's awful! i felt like i was locked in one for40 minutes in the middle of summer. thank god i had madonna to keep me company. it's the desert, people. how in the hell does smell travel that far and linger so long? what, pray tell, are you growing? and please tell your friends in el centro, ca; to light a damn match. horse poo isn't what i want to immerse myself in on a tuesday night while my cell phone is dying, madonna is singing, and i am trying to get to my sister's house in san diego for some g.d. shut-eye.
sincerely,
mandy lozano
alarmed one-time (and only time) visitor
/end rant.
on a totally unrelated note: people sometimes ask me how i became a professional cyclist.
it's the things pictured at left. my abnormally long (for a girl) femurs. sure, heart and grit and determination and enthusiasm and stick-to-it-iveness and spanish genetics and gargantuan calves (thanks mom) factor in. but mainly it's the femurs.
aren't i awesome at photoshop?
4 comments:
M-
I know you can no longer respond to posts, but if you are in San Diego next week, we have a great ride on Wednesdays.
8:15am, Starbucks on Coast highway, Carlsbad. To San Clemente and back, fast, through Camp Pendleton and San Onofre campground.
HEY!!!! Those are MY legs!
I've done that ride from Carlsbad, it's sweet!
I got your message a few weeks ago - Fun times and no worries. Didn't know you had a blog but I guess everyone does now. Tell Meyerson blogs are so 2005 anyway.
Peace
Tristan
i think you just wanted people to comment on how hot your legs & arse are...
so hot right now, even hotter than matt white. yeah, i said it and put it in print!
xo
meowmie
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