Goodbye, My Bike
So my bike has been stolen. It is not where it was yesterday. My bike's pretty distinctive and everyone knows it is mine. Everyone. So whoever stole it is probably joyriding with his friends laughing their punk little asses off about how they stole the ALT's bike and will ditch it in a river or something. God damnit. And just when the weather's gotten nice (which probably contributed to it being stolen.) I've been riding it every evening when I got home from work for a week and just worked out the perfect bike trail.
I should've locked it up, but no one locks up their bikes here. And it's been perfectly fine there for a year and a half. Well, I am going to buy a new bike and chain it up there right in plain sight. I've learned my lesson: the people in this town are bastards just like at home. Savages.
I don't know whether or not to tell anyone about it. I mean, it is a small town and I'd love to see the little jerks get caught, but I doubt even here I will ever find the person who stole my bike. And part of me really doesn't want to let this one little event ruin my whole week. I also don't want to give the monsters the satisfaction of putting much energy into this. So I will keep my mouth shut, buy a new bike (and lock,) and move on. Maybe this wasn't personal after all and someone was just passing by and wanted wheels. Maybe it was a secret agent who was chasing aliens and then the aliens vaporized the bike.
Yeah... I'm really not going to let this get me down. And I won't be angry about it--for long. Right now I'm still seething with rage, but I'll calm down eventually.
In other news, my box from home still hasn't come. I'm crossing my fingers for tonight. I need the stuff in that box desperately or I'm going to go insane, I swear it. And, no, you don't get to know what's in the box. I'll just tell you some of the things that are NOT in the box: drugs, a cat, mittens, yarn, and a ticket home. Here's to hoping it comes tonight.
Also, the garbage people did not take my nonburnable garbage because I put it in the wrong bag. The bag I put it in has dark red lettering, but the bag they need me to put it in has bright red lettering. Japan, you never cease to get on my nerves.
Let's see, something positive... I started a puzzle of Machu Pichu, which is an inside joke with myself. I don't think I'll do anything with it when I finish, but it will occupy my evenings and my hands until something better comes along.
I should've locked it up, but no one locks up their bikes here. And it's been perfectly fine there for a year and a half. Well, I am going to buy a new bike and chain it up there right in plain sight. I've learned my lesson: the people in this town are bastards just like at home. Savages.
I don't know whether or not to tell anyone about it. I mean, it is a small town and I'd love to see the little jerks get caught, but I doubt even here I will ever find the person who stole my bike. And part of me really doesn't want to let this one little event ruin my whole week. I also don't want to give the monsters the satisfaction of putting much energy into this. So I will keep my mouth shut, buy a new bike (and lock,) and move on. Maybe this wasn't personal after all and someone was just passing by and wanted wheels. Maybe it was a secret agent who was chasing aliens and then the aliens vaporized the bike.
Yeah... I'm really not going to let this get me down. And I won't be angry about it--for long. Right now I'm still seething with rage, but I'll calm down eventually.
In other news, my box from home still hasn't come. I'm crossing my fingers for tonight. I need the stuff in that box desperately or I'm going to go insane, I swear it. And, no, you don't get to know what's in the box. I'll just tell you some of the things that are NOT in the box: drugs, a cat, mittens, yarn, and a ticket home. Here's to hoping it comes tonight.
Also, the garbage people did not take my nonburnable garbage because I put it in the wrong bag. The bag I put it in has dark red lettering, but the bag they need me to put it in has bright red lettering. Japan, you never cease to get on my nerves.
Let's see, something positive... I started a puzzle of Machu Pichu, which is an inside joke with myself. I don't think I'll do anything with it when I finish, but it will occupy my evenings and my hands until something better comes along.