so the motherfucker who stole my bike PUT THAT SHIT BACK!!!! He/she ripped down my sassy note in the mailroom exposing that it was definitely some affliliate of my building and put my damn bike right back where they got it from. I just had to share that with y'all- since someone out there was reading this and was concerned. LA never ceases to amaze me; first a stranger actually cares and second I actually got the bike back and it wasn't by means of seeing them tooling around on it and beating ass. Not that I am capable of beating ass.
I don't mean to be so grumpy about it- it's just that when I related the story on my website I had to omit the "motherfuckers" and "shit" because I am trying to get a grant to improve thesite right now and I don't know how well my reactionary expletive deleteds would go over.
Anyway, there it is folks.
Also, the marathon happened right outside my door on Sunday and it was the best thing that has happened to me all year. From seven am to five pm I had the most perfect excuse in the world to answer to no one and stay in my neighborhood and act completely lazy and useless ALL DAY LONG. I mean, the finish line was literally four or five blocks from my front door. It was the best, ever.
I don't mean to be so grumpy about it- it's just that when I related the story on my website I had to omit the "motherfuckers" and "shit" because I am trying to get a grant to improve thesite right now and I don't know how well my reactionary expletive deleteds would go over.
Anyway, there it is folks.
Also, the marathon happened right outside my door on Sunday and it was the best thing that has happened to me all year. From seven am to five pm I had the most perfect excuse in the world to answer to no one and stay in my neighborhood and act completely lazy and useless ALL DAY LONG. I mean, the finish line was literally four or five blocks from my front door. It was the best, ever.
I'm glad you got your bike back. Getting shit stolen is a horrible feeling. You feel so f'in violated. I actually caught a burglar in my apartment once, but confronting someone in the act isn't all that much better. Although you'd really like your brain to switch immediately into the "kick ass" mode, it ultimately lapses into the default "please don't kill me" mode.
Anyway...I digresss. I will continue to check out your journal. You now have one loyal reader.