080727 bike anyone?
this morning i woke up with a terrible headache.
my room was warm and i just felt like pulling the duvet over my head and go back to sleep.
but as a working class hero i had no choice but to get up.
so i did.
just to find a bike standing in my livingroom.
to make you feel what i felt i have to tell you that i do not own a bike. i haven't had a bike since i was like 10 years old.
and still, here it was. a big silver bike. a mans bike. hahaha and no, i think i would have noticed if there was also a man in my apartment. hahaha. no such luck. just the bike.
looking closer at this environmentley friendly vehicle i noticed it was broken in more places then one. broken sadle, broken wheel. broken everything.
and now i'm sitting here with my broken bike. not knowing what to do with it really. or why i even bothered to drag it up the stairs to my apartment. it doesn't even work.
more worrying is the actual removal of the bike. i mean, when can i do it? what if i meet the person who actually ownes the bike? what do i say? and where do i leave it?
listen kids...don't share a box of rosé wine with only one person. then crazy shit happens. be atleast 3 people.
after i stoppped thinking about the bike i decided to do some good. cleaning and decorating. one of the two i hate...guess wich one. anyways, it didn't help that the stupid bike was in the livingroom so i barley could vacuum!
also to all the guys out there who thinks throwing things at a girl is a cute way of showing her you like her. well stop it! it's not cute! it's just fucking stupid and annoying. and it hurts!
that's all for now...be safe.
my room was warm and i just felt like pulling the duvet over my head and go back to sleep.
but as a working class hero i had no choice but to get up.
so i did.
just to find a bike standing in my livingroom.
to make you feel what i felt i have to tell you that i do not own a bike. i haven't had a bike since i was like 10 years old.
and still, here it was. a big silver bike. a mans bike. hahaha and no, i think i would have noticed if there was also a man in my apartment. hahaha. no such luck. just the bike.
looking closer at this environmentley friendly vehicle i noticed it was broken in more places then one. broken sadle, broken wheel. broken everything.
and now i'm sitting here with my broken bike. not knowing what to do with it really. or why i even bothered to drag it up the stairs to my apartment. it doesn't even work.
more worrying is the actual removal of the bike. i mean, when can i do it? what if i meet the person who actually ownes the bike? what do i say? and where do i leave it?
listen kids...don't share a box of rosé wine with only one person. then crazy shit happens. be atleast 3 people.
after i stoppped thinking about the bike i decided to do some good. cleaning and decorating. one of the two i hate...guess wich one. anyways, it didn't help that the stupid bike was in the livingroom so i barley could vacuum!
also to all the guys out there who thinks throwing things at a girl is a cute way of showing her you like her. well stop it! it's not cute! it's just fucking stupid and annoying. and it hurts!
that's all for now...be safe.
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