I went to my final earlier than Andrew and when he came in, he told me he saw my bike. Then I proceed to suck at my final but afterwards I saw Bikeage parked right next to my dad's bike. I LOVE IT!!!
So in the same room we have the accounting association meetings I have found THREE nardcore signs. What?! I'm so confused. Who likes nardcore at my school? AND WHO THE FUCK STOLE MY DESCENDENTS BIKEAGE BIKE?! I'm still not over that, I never took a picture of its greatness :(
My bike is stolen. Seeing how it is the only one in the world, I am determined to get it back. Who is punk rock enough to steal my Descendents-Bikeage bike? I'm so sad.
This one amazing lady that I admire and respect very much died yesterday. She was one classy woman and I can only strive to be more like her. She really had things figured out and lived fabulously.
Everywhere I go it smells like a mans armpit. What the hell? First the phone at KCSB and now work. People need to stop rubbing their armpits on everything, thanks. Freaking sicko.