lummox

that 'thank you' courtesy aint fukin nols mutha fuka. and btw fuk nols. some of them fukheads retrobolted some backcountry routes of mine.

i am hanging in san diego for the summer. this place is cool except where it is wack. i dig the pretty women who hit on me. there is a whole gang of strange round here. serious. and aint it just my luck to have gotten kinda hung on a chick back home before i came down. i am disgusted by the wannabecool dickheads wearing tattoos and dickies and trucker hats but they dont fuk with me. they must sense i would get primeaval on their sorry ass. here is a little vignette of what is wrong with western society: i went to a vons store this morning. i selected a pound of safeway coffee that was on sale. why the fuk thhey sell safeway shit at vons i couldnt say. at the checkout counter i had to apply for a fukin vons card to get the sale price. they cashier (i refrain from using the term 'bitch') started to hand me the card then pulled it back at the last microsecond as i reached for it. i said 'psych' and she got all uppity and shit. why the fukin drama to buy goddam coffee? almost makes me want to go to starbuscks or sumpin. i wont even start on the gas prices. i reckon i will go on up to mt woodson today. the problems are kina highball though. and the only other climbers i seen fukin suck. i mean really: 5.10 crack aint that hard. but it is only about 5 miles away from this freaky suburbia i am hanging at. at least the sportfishing is picking up so i will be off the hard pretty quick.

leo. dude! that stuff sounds righteous. i can carry in a boom box and get some thumping tunes going to gets the ladies in the groove. if you know what i mean. or maybe just starting a kickass tire fire at the trailhead would be better --at least on my back. but i would only need to carry those bigass d batteries one way. i will probably give the second trip --'thinking like a mountain'-- a miss cause frankly that sounds like total bullshit. i mean not even bong loads would get me to believe 'the majesty of these mountains as metaphors for our minds': you know minds are mushy and mountains arent. wtf? see you later leo. i go by my rainbow name 'moondrizzle' sometimes too.

i dont want no damn cats.

might have been a meteor. might not.

are you one i ate cutie? wtf does that mean? you gargle my butt gravy?

'i am a sick man. i am a wicked man. an unattractive man. i think my liver hurts.'

if it is a bluewater jump on it. i get positive comments on my energizer all the damn time.

damn. 29.50 is pretty good.

it is waht dicks like me do.

most excellent.

i downclimbed robbins crack at mt woodson a few days ago. it was the easiest way down outside of jumping.

loser

aieet then beeyotch. check the effen links on this page: http://www.ems.psu.edu/~lno/Meteo437/atlas.html you are welcome

lick it before you kick it.

hey doxey. whynt you do your own google search ya lazy fuk?

5.7+

thanks for the headsup. and if you get anymore information just email me at president@whitehouse.gov

whynt yall spread some kitty chow on yourselves while ya 'trail run'. the mountain lions love that shit.

actually its a small world after all.

coffee. nicotine. chocolate. a sammich.

i hate clowns. especially pedophile clowns.

30 bucks a month will get you into the portland boat club. aint cheap but at least you get a sweet facility.

on the columbia o willamette or what? sundance is huge.