Hurricane Jane vs. Hurricane Earl

I'm racing from Santa Barbara to Santa Monica on September 12th for Hern's race. I have never ridden a 100 miles and I'm very nervous. In preparation, I've been riding a steady 50-60 miles per day and will up it to 80-90 next week. Quite a bummer that the warmest days out of summer are used for training, but hey, my friends will be around in 2 weeks.

Tomorrow night, I’m flying out to DC for my cousin’s wedding. I’ll be meeting Earl along the way. I’m excited; I’ve never partaken in a hurricane before and with winds up to 100mph on Friday evening, I hope he says hi.

Your face looks fake, I hope your heart is real.
If you die, I hope it's from a banana peel.

If I wanted to ask for your name, but started off with hello
Would you treat me like a Montague?

Bitches ain't shit, but hos and your mother and cousins.

Sometimes when I think really hard and no one is around, my thoughts sound like they're yelling at each other. I'm not thinking of the thoughts that are meant to be loud, but they're yelling for no reason. My frontal lobe pulses with the excitement, and I develop the same pent up energy. Is this what happens when I am alone for too long or not enough?

If I stare at the white walls long enough, even the deepest corner blends with the overcast sky.

No matter how long it takes for you to escape me, I am effervescent towards my humanity. Bring me back to reality.

Friends.

Your boyfriend's the kind of person I make fun of at a bar. He's the kind who we loathe; the false lines, the bad approaches, and the habits you don't want to change. So when you're over him, get with me so he can make fun of me at the bar.