Inside my head

Do I care? What do you think? (photo: Eric Sanchez)

I have ideas and thoughts which have trouble becoming realities. But I don't mind that. I'm more entertained by the thoughts in my head than the distractions of my generation. I just need my space and my time. And climbing. Lots of energy devoted towards this shit. I love this shit.

As of lately, there has been very little to almost no outside climbing in my life. Im not psyched on Mortar Rock and don't drive. Boo-boo-be-boo. I need to get to Castle Rock before the heat and bugs make the place almost unbearable and the holds gets slimed in the heat and sweat of hands. Way Lake this summer, for sure. I also have bought the Washington bouldering guide book and the new color filled Bishop Bouldering Guide. It got me psyched to get my sorry ass out there this winter and finish up things. There's two things in my head that determine if I give a shit about your send.

#1 I like you and am friendly with you

#2 You're friendly with me

If you don't fall into that category with me (if you read that and had to think if you did, then you don't), then piss off ya wanker. You're words of you're hardest send, or you spotted so-and-so on this problem and blah blah blah fall on deaf ears. I do not, care. You're spraying to the wrong person.

Also, if this seems like Im turning down a negative path, I'm not. I'm just getting my rants and whining out here where I can. Free speech motherfuckers!