Well, mostly. still need to take the dent out of the tank. but that will keep until xmas or so.

Bloody awesome bike.

Josh and I are back and going fantastic. he's found a beagle puppy he wants to buy, and he's been designing a house he wants to build. maybe put a deposit on it with his workers comp payout. then again, he'll prob just buy more bikes but that's ok, it who he is and i love him for it.

I wish that people would stay out of my business. especially where it doesn't concern them in the slightest.

Why does a stranger feel the need to put me up as a cheater? a whore? who knows what. Is it for his own amusement and entertainment? Is it because he feels he is lacking in his life in this area? i don't know.

I'm not happy about it. I'm quite upset about it. And all because i attended a ball with someone other than my boyfriend who is interstate. Even though i a spend a fair portion of time talking to this particular person all about my baby and his trip atm! the person i was with was feeling left out because i was talking to other people so much!

Now this douche has decided to connect some random dots, delete others, and warp a whole lot to suit what he wants to gossip about and make me look horrible. People told me he was an arrogant ass. but i gave him the benefit of the doubt and talked to him most of the night. i see i was grievously mistaken. i wish i was a better judge of character.

I want my baby back. i'm tired of people assuming i'm his 'ex'

I'm stoked with how the repairs are coming

Today we managed:

• New handlebars fitted
• New grips and bar end weights fitted
• New front and rear brake levers
• Headlight frame reshaped and refitted
• New front indicator lenses fitted
• Radiator fan repaired (cage reshaped)

Still to be done:

• Radiator to be ordered tomorrow
• Bike needs cleaning... is rather filthy atm.
• Rusted section on tank and fork to be sanded and sprayed
• Exhaust repaired

And that's it! YAY! then it's ready to be registered been lots of fun today... very therapeutic... and i've done most of it myself asked terry for help when necessary, but he was mostly putting my other bike back together... nearly done hopefully.

Meanwhile. i'm so looking forward to Josh getting back i've booked a 'pamper package' for the weekend after he returns - king spa suite, massages, $100 for food and drink... can't wait. i think i'm more excited about that than i am about the bike.

the bike i'm still apprehensive about... i'm still a little nervous of riding it, which i'm sure will change once i have , and worried that maybe i've bitten off more than i can chew... it's so new and high tech... so unlike any of the other vehicles i've owned... and more expensive than the other bike (but still cheaper than the car...) but we'll see i have josh to help me through if i have issues, and can always re-register the car... looking foward to so many things

One of the classes i'm doing is one in which we learn to massage 'special populations'. Elderly, Parkinson's, severely disabled. And really, it just made me angry. Sad and angry.

People should not have to live to that age, or in that condition. I would not want to, it's not a life worth living. And it all comes back to human arrogance really. We are so arrogant as to assume that death should be postponed, that we are so special, so privileged that we deserve to live these long lives.

We don't.

Moreover, it seems wrong to me that we take away the choice. Someone with Alzheimer's or dementia (at a later stage) can't remember how to make a cup of tea let alone anything else. if i was given the option of dying with dignity, or getting so advanced that i can't remember my partner and/or carer, so incontinent that i have to wear a nappy and live in a facility which forever smells of urine and excrement... i know what i'd choose.

Not to mention the cost to the public to keep these people as comfortable as we can. i would rather die with all my memories intact and without leaking fluids out of all my cavities.

At least the elderly have lived a life, when it happens to someone young, it's horrible... it really is. Devastating. But if i ever get to that age, i want to have the choice to let go, to not have to drag on in half a life, making someone care for me, having people not want to see me because it's too distressing... i want to have the choice.

Since this body has been forgotten
By the one to whom it was promised
My only thought is whether or not
It really exists