Today has been strange. I helped someone this morning with an errand that made me feel giddy and odd and wistful. I drove through huge puddles that made something in my car ominously squealy. I drank too much coffee. I bought some new clothes. I thought about how I wish I still had my leopard print umbrella--it withstood a winter of London rain and wind without trouble, only to be lost somewhere in Boston. That was 10 years ago, and I still miss it. Silly.
And then I came home and discovered that someone had stolen my bike off of the back porch sometime while I was out. (Fuck you, whoever you are. And me, too, for not bringing it down to the basement like I should have.)
And the rain is pouring, pouring, and I don't have any firm plans for tonight or tomorrow, and I'm feeling a little lonely and desperate and disconnected and weird and pissed off and upset about my bike and also cracked out from the coffee. It's a strange day, and I'm having a hard time figuring out what to do with myself.
Posted by thevieve at May 13, 2006 2:28 PMMaybe your bike wasn't stolen, maybe you are going to be on an upcoming episode of the hot new show "Pimp My Bike!". Think of it, a bike with fucking gold bling. Super sweet.
Posted by: Peter on May 18, 2006 3:44 PM