Went snowboarding yesterday. I love snowboarding, which is actually a little uncharacteristic - I don't usually like things I'm not good at. Or things I often fall down doing.
In spite of that, I went shredding, buttered some rails, sportin' my gogs for extra steeze. I don't really understand what most of that means. Pretty much all I did was hit some sketchy tricks off a few good sized jumps. Fell on my ass a lot. I'm covered in bruises, including one on my ass that made the ride home a little uncomfortable.
No riding bikes lately. It's been really sloppy in Chicago lately, and I don't feel like getting soaked and freezing cold one block after I get out there.
