I'm alone, on a bicycle for two

It's not as hard as I anticipated, being alone I mean. I used to wear it fairly well once. I'd like to get back to that point in my life when everything was exciting and new, and those people were all plastic, and I could understand without feeling like a rotten piece of meat. But things are different now, mostly me, but still I guess it's easier to blame other things for our own unhappiness. Unhappiness isn't really the right word to use here. It's more like solidarity. I don't know what I'm saying, but I've decided that it's probably better to ramble on about hum drum things in this blog, than just go for weeks and weeks of not writing about anything. It sort of makes me feel thin and waif like. I don't think most people can understand that feeling, seeing as how everyone likes feeling like they've just eaten a mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. It's quite a funny sort of thing to say. Mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. Mountain plate of turkey and mashed potato genosh. Mountainplateoturkeeandmashtpotadoganosh.. I think it's easier to type with a mouthful of marshmallows stuck in the hollows of your cheeks. I like hearing the pitter pat pit patter of the rain on my head. I like it. It makes me feel nice.