I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bike...
I got a bike today. I feel so rad. I'm gonna pimp it out too. I'm gonna add a snazzy black basket ($25.99) and a bell. I'm gonna take off all the Huffy stickers and put on something snazzy. And I need to get a chain so I could use those snazzy bike stands at the mall.
I have applications for my new bicycle gang called "The Disgruntled Filipino Maids." It's gonna be rad. We're gonna ride around in house clothes and slippers and have walis ting-tings roped to our backs. For fun, we'll pretend we can't speak English at restaurants and devise elaborate stories about abusive employers and being locked in houses with no water or food. We'll complain about how they won't let us fry fish in the kitchen or eat with our hands or deep fry anything.
I'm telling you, it'll be great.
My mom thinks that I'm gonna get myself killed or something. Shit, she bought me bikes when I was little and didn't give a rat's ass where I went. NOW, she's paranoid as fuck. She put a rosary on the handlebars and blessed the bike with holy water from Lourdes. She's so precious. I'll stop her when she starts hanging Santo Ninos and scapulars all over my bike. I think she's really protective over me because I'm the only one in college. If I die, she'd have to not only pay for funeral and burial expenses but also pay back my scholarship. Eek. Or that's what she said when we were on our way to get "Jasper".
BTW, Kung Fu Panda is coming out this Friday. We must all attend. MUST.