what a shame

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something terrible happened to me yesterday. my bike got stolen while i was at class. it makes me very sad for many reasons. it makes me sad because i loved that bike. it was like an extension of my body, i went everywhere with it. i love mountainbiking so i used it for fun, but i also used it as a mode of transportation. i felt so comfortable with that bike. it was like a pet to me, or a good pair of shoes. it hurts to know i'll never ride it again. it was my friend. i worked on that bike. i changed the tires when they were flat, i fixed the breaks when they weren't working. i hate the bastard who stole it from me. it upsets me that there are people like that. they didn't even care about my bike. they didn't care that it hurt me that they took it. they wont care if it ends up in a million pieces. i am depressed today and i feel bad because it is such a nice day out and i feel bad for feeling bad because london got bombed again and at least it isn't like that here in boston.

even though that bike has a lot of sentimental value to me, it is being replaced by a "better" bike. technically better, but i don't know if i'll like it as much. i will miss it very much.