a blog is a blog

So yeah, a dilemma…

When I first starting writing this blog, nobody knew about it and I wrote my little heart out; it could be about people I knew, feelings I had or the occasional one night stand.

Then… people started reading it and I met up with some other bloggers and little by little my blog alias became my alias on social networks and like the word SOCIAL implies, you are ‘social’ meaning your friends are on it, you make new friends etc.

Long story short:

XADNESS is not anonymous anymore and I really wanna write how I feel, what shameful things I have been up to and whose neck/ throat I wanna squeeze ’till the eyes pop out [I am serious]. I also wanna write about that one guy I met, the other guy that I fancied and all the other stuff I have been fantasizing about.

Unfortunately, I am scared that some people might get hurt or offended… or maybe even pretty upset with me and really, I hate conflicts and I wouldn’t hurt anyone on purpose and this blog, well… it’s just a blog…

So what am I to do? Sensor it? Create another blog??

f*ck it. I am gonna go for it.

I hereby wanna apologize if I might hurt anyone’s feelings. I am sorry.

no…. really

no [ iron ] horses + top ramen

Saturday morning S. and I woke up around uh… 7.30. Excited about last night we start to catch up with each others version of what happened. Luckily, both versions were almost the same, meaning we weren’t all that gone. We were pretty disappointed in the fact that the pool was closed and there was absolutely no room service whatsoever available in the hotel.

We decided that before we would leave to go downhill biking, it might be beneficial to hae a good breakfast so we made our way down. In our PJ’s. Very classy. The receptionist shared our opinion, however, she was very helpful and sent us over to this kick ass little breakfast joint. Again. S. and I were chatting about how excited we are for snow and last night blah blah. Girl Talk.

After the most amazing morning after breakfast anyone could have wished for we made our way back. Ready to get on that bike. So we call Diablo for 2 rentals + one lesson [my neighbor wasnt there to keep an eye on me and S. had never been dhillin' b4]. The answer was NO. NO instructors and NO bikes.

That sucked.

Not ready to give up on biking quite yet we decided to go to another shop and get our IRON HORSES there. I mean, it was Saturday morning, 10 am… why would there not be any bikes? Again. The answer was NO. They only has one more bike. I guess God just didn’t want us to go downhilling.

Bummed out we decided to pack up and leave to go back home. Driving back home we passed some stables and decided to give it a shot and go do some back country [horseback] riding.  We tried at two different stables. No luck. It just wasn’t our day.

S. had the brilliant idea to go eat some RAMEN. Now, I neer ate any Ramen but TOP RAMEN, so really it didn’t excite me that much. S. on the other hand couldn’t have been more thrilled. So there we went, to Fort Lee to the Japanese shopping mall. The Ramen was good, our brainstorming sesh even better!

WE CAME UP WITH A NAME FOR THE NEW BANDANA COMPANY!

WHOOHOO!

the weekend:

on our way downhill biking