a few days ago, it was my friend Colin's birthday. On Friday night we decided to celebrate for him. Alas, I worked and had to work saturday morning (at least i'm makin some money, right?) so i knew it would be a rough saturday. Well, we danced and drank and wrestled anyway. Then around 5 am, my boy and i make it back to my house.
only to find my lovely pastel shotgun house to be... a little off. my dearest yellow cruiser bicycle has been stolen. totally gone. no trace of a cut U-lock, no track of a struggle (she's a fiesty bike) or anything. i was going to look for tire tracks, but my eyes were too welled up with tears.
that bike has gotten me through so many times i wanted to kill someone (or myself) and just talked to the ol' cadillac about my problems on a cruise through the dirty new orleans streets.
i thought i was gonna be completely screwed for... forever. i'm totally broke, and thats my only transportation. i'm stuck at home, or riding the streetcar, or walking. i'm fucked.
by saturday afternoon, the boy and a friend have already started fixing up a rusty shite cruiser bike that had been abandoned behind my friend's house. apparently it's in riding condition, now they're just... decorating it?
so i suppose i had bad enough karma to get my bike stolen from in front of my damn house, but good enough karma to have a boyfriend who will find and fix another one up for me within days. what a dreamboat.
in other news, my roommates get back from mexico/boston/atlanta in the next couple of days. it's been a lonely month without em.
oh! i also shaved. for the first time in about two years. i look like a totally different person, at least in my eyes. not sure if i like it yet.
i'm hungry. peas-
only to find my lovely pastel shotgun house to be... a little off. my dearest yellow cruiser bicycle has been stolen. totally gone. no trace of a cut U-lock, no track of a struggle (she's a fiesty bike) or anything. i was going to look for tire tracks, but my eyes were too welled up with tears.
that bike has gotten me through so many times i wanted to kill someone (or myself) and just talked to the ol' cadillac about my problems on a cruise through the dirty new orleans streets.
i thought i was gonna be completely screwed for... forever. i'm totally broke, and thats my only transportation. i'm stuck at home, or riding the streetcar, or walking. i'm fucked.
by saturday afternoon, the boy and a friend have already started fixing up a rusty shite cruiser bike that had been abandoned behind my friend's house. apparently it's in riding condition, now they're just... decorating it?
so i suppose i had bad enough karma to get my bike stolen from in front of my damn house, but good enough karma to have a boyfriend who will find and fix another one up for me within days. what a dreamboat.
in other news, my roommates get back from mexico/boston/atlanta in the next couple of days. it's been a lonely month without em.
oh! i also shaved. for the first time in about two years. i look like a totally different person, at least in my eyes. not sure if i like it yet.
i'm hungry. peas-
Either way what a shitty thing to happen and I'm sorry bout that. Good thing though you have another bike