Dudes!
Woah!
So, I've been a total reject and have been scouring ebay for my bike in the last couple of weeks. And friends, I do believe I have found it. Some pawn shop in Ft. Collins has a bike that appears to be mine up on the auction block, and I have to say, fantastic. I have every intention of driving up there tomorrow, provided they email me back with their location, and sticking it to the man. I have to say, I'm glad about that.
Other good things include McDavid, Jocelyn and a stack of Adam's pancakes, warming me up and slowing me down. The new Rosie Thomas CD is great.
I'm thinking about selling my car. No, I'm pretty sure that if somebody offered me 4k right now for it, I'd totally take it, and run. Goodbye.
And, let's all be friends, adult friends. Not adult like we're in pornos, that wouldn't be friends at all, just creepy. Creapy. But friends who are just normal, and don't act like they're in junior high.
Other fun things include farting loudly in the coffeeshop when you think it's going to be quiet. I'm sure nobody even noticed. Eeeeyah.
I'm once again unemployed, and a little bit disjointed. But my hands don't shake like this all the time. And people want me to massage them. And if I try really hard, maybe I won't be mediocre forever.
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Good luck with the bike.
I'd take any documentation with you of your ownership and a digital camera. I'd also tell the police after I discovered it was mine rather that the shop and see if they'll help. The digital camera is so that you can take a photo of it in the shop in case they say they never saw it.
Hey there chicka. You're not a total reject. You cried about it for Pete's sake. I hope that really is it.
Real pancakes...real butter...real syrup...I'm drooling. I miss real food.
It's hard to find adults and friends like that here. It really is. So much pettiness goes on. Back-stabbing, gossiping, petty thievery, general acts of inconsideracy (I don't think that's a real word...). Of course, it can be hard to find either anywhere. Just means you hand on to the ones you like more.
I have found it is very possible to fart quietly while sitting in my metal folding chair at work for 8 hours a day. There's just nothing you can do if it smells, which is only if you ate broccoli or meat.
Dear...why are your hands shaking? Take care. Miss you.
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