LET ME SEE THE CONTENTS OF YOUR BAG.
I have been having, essentially, a really shitty week, but rather than whine about all the CHANGES and TRANSITIONS and ANGST that I must melodramatically endure, I think it can all be summed up in one incident.
"Hm", though I, "I think I shall go on a bike ride to Borders and purchase the sequel to my moderately interesting fantasy novel! I hear the two main male characters hook up in this one, and who doesn't love gay fantasy? (amazon.com reviewers, that's who)"
I parked and locked my bike. I bought the book. I may have flipped through the pages in search of the gay. I came back to my bike.
My seat was stolen. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! My seat was stolen and replaced with a different seat. Well, okay, that dirty looking man over there has a backpack, maybe he stole it! Should I insist on going through his backpack? That might be seen as, uh, rude, seeing as I don't know if he is actually a thieving bum or just an innocent meandering hippie traveling cross-country. Fine, I'll just make due with my new seat (Farewell, shock-absorbers ♥!) Oh, except it DOESN'T FIT MY BIKE.
In summation: My bike seat was stolen by some half-assed thief with morals (or else a particularly mocking fiend who though it would be funny to give me an unusable new seat). I can't even be robbed properly anymore.
Naturally, I think the whole incident is hilarious :D
I realize I'm being overtly spammy with the art posts these days, but once school starts there will be none of that nonsense :) I like these, though, which is saying something in the face of my overwhelming art!discontent lately.
That DH scene.
No, I have no idea either.
...yeah.
Aaaaaand quickies:
"Hm", though I, "I think I shall go on a bike ride to Borders and purchase the sequel to my moderately interesting fantasy novel! I hear the two main male characters hook up in this one, and who doesn't love gay fantasy? (amazon.com reviewers, that's who)"
I parked and locked my bike. I bought the book. I may have flipped through the pages in search of the gay. I came back to my bike.
My seat was stolen. BUT THAT'S NOT ALL! My seat was stolen and replaced with a different seat. Well, okay, that dirty looking man over there has a backpack, maybe he stole it! Should I insist on going through his backpack? That might be seen as, uh, rude, seeing as I don't know if he is actually a thieving bum or just an innocent meandering hippie traveling cross-country. Fine, I'll just make due with my new seat (Farewell, shock-absorbers ♥!) Oh, except it DOESN'T FIT MY BIKE.
In summation: My bike seat was stolen by some half-assed thief with morals (or else a particularly mocking fiend who though it would be funny to give me an unusable new seat). I can't even be robbed properly anymore.
Naturally, I think the whole incident is hilarious :D
I realize I'm being overtly spammy with the art posts these days, but once school starts there will be none of that nonsense :) I like these, though, which is saying something in the face of my overwhelming art!discontent lately.
That DH scene.
No, I have no idea either.
...yeah.
Aaaaaand quickies: