The only truth I know is the lies in your eyes.

I know I haven't been on much and there are good reasons for that, but I hope everyone has a great holdiay.

<3

Thanks for all the birthday gifts and wishes!!

It was my rest day, but I felt like doing a little riding, so I decided to visit the local cycle shop to ask some questions and browse around. When I first entered the establishment i noticed about 10 people in the store. A couple families, mom, dad, and kid. There was a group of young males around mid twenties and an older gentleman. Everyone, but the older guy were making a semi-circle in front of the sales counter. Just above their heads I could see the pseudo wood grain rims of 3 fish tanks, but really didn't pay them any mind. I went back to my browsing when I hear some chuckling coming from the group. I look up to see one of the employees holding a mouse by the tail dangling it over one of the tanks. I didn't pay it too much mind when I first saw it, because I assumed it was a boa in the tank or some other rodent eating snake. That thought was quickly squashed when I saw the splash when the worker let go of the mouse. It didn't make any sense to me why someone would drop a mouse in a tank full of water, so I took a couple steps so I can see over the audience and notice that it is a tank full of Piranhas. It took me about 8 nanoseconds from that point to loath everything about that establishment. Now while I begin to loath the employee and establishment in general I start to notice the crowd that was gathered around the tank. The three guys are laughing and filming this mouse struggling and swimming at the top of the tank while the piranhas circle below.One of the mothers was holding her child who was trying to squirm away, because he did not want to watch this display of shitbaggery that was unfolding in front of him. That child, the old man and myself were the only three that seemed to be baffled by this display. Eventually, the tool bag took the mouse out of the tank, because for some reason the piranhas were not interested in eating the mouse. What a strange thought considering the first menu item for a piranha must be mice considering the abundance of them swimming on the surface of rivers.

Now some may say, "It's just a mouse or nature is cruel or something to that affect", but I'm no stranger to the cruelties of nature and the pecking order of animals, that's why I didn't pay it much mind when I thought there was a snake in the tank. Although, there is nothing relating to the nature of the animal kingdom in this example unless you want to include the sick desire of human beings to try and play god to anything they can control, manipulate or dominate. This was a group of people standing there watching the torture of an animal like it was the circus and they just got done paying top dollar for tickets. The way I see this is Piranas eat other fish first and foremost. Feeding fish like goldfish are much cheaper than mice, so what would possess someone to feed their fish mammals, except to be a sadistic fuckstick?

Anyway, it's sort of weird that my last two notes were describing public displays of animal cruelty/torture. It's discouraging to realize that this is something that happens on such a regular basis that I've witnessed two cases in the last three months.

I fucking hate you!

Happy New Years spinpeeps!!

"Ok Justin Beeber is such a little dweeb!!!! He's on xfactor and I really can't believe people actually like him!!! He is not a good singer and he dances like a fool!!! How embarrassing!!!"

Standing aside glancing upon the rows of bagged greens the lone woman turns to me and asks if she is in my way.

"No, take your time." I'm not at all in a rush, but more than likely I'm just using the canned response for most people trying not to look like a hasty prick during the holidays.

My attention is not focused on what the woman is doing, but just aimlessly staring at my impending task, 2 bags of baby spinach. The thought of just grabbing for the spinach crossed my mind but the proximity of her boobs to the spinach made a snatch and grab way too risky for me even to consider, so I was stuck waiting for any lateral movement as a cue for me to make my move. While I'm not directly looking at what she is doing it becomes clear to me that her shopping ettiquette is quite obscured as the not so subtle sound of plastic bags become increasingly loud and frequent in my ears. I finally decided to concentrate visually on what she is doing, because if I hear one more plastic bag being squeezed I am going to lose my shit. As I raise my head and glance upon her hands I realize that she is giving free massages to every bag of lettuce in the section. It becomes so gratuitous that I start thinking these bags are going to eventually have to testify in court.

"Mixed Greens, Can you please remind the jury where the defendant touched you?"

There is no doubt at this point the frustration is setting in, because I've been watching this close to 3 minutes, but I am so frozen in awe of this obsessive display of salad picking that I don't want to disturb the subject of this rant. The fear of her turning on me and eating my soul also crossed my mind, so I to just let her continue fondling the few remaining bags on the shelf. As she touched the last possible victim I took a 1/2 step towards my destination when she plunged her arm into the shelf like a manic octopus. I actually jumped back baffled at this unpredictable move. My mouth is wide open now observing the woman as more of her arm disappears into the back of the shelf like if she reaches far enough she will be illuminated by some parallel universe of untainted greens. I realized at this point all I wanted to do was kick her in the ass so hard that she ended up in the A-ha "Take On Me" video, which is without a doubt my cue to scram. To my surprise she was gone 15 minutes later when I returned to get my spinach, but the Aura of her DNA on every bag in the area remained.