Some bastard stole my bike.

Yesterday, I rode to Aaron's on it and chained it up to the stairs. Later, I drove everyone over to Elissa's for dinner, came back around 10:00, kidnapped Aaron to come park the car in west campus with me, and then walked back to his apartment. As we walked up the stairs, we saw my bike still chained. Then, we went up to the apartment, and he finished his video game (which took like 15 minutes), came back, and the bike is gone. the audacity!

I reported it to UTPD this morning, upon which one of them happen to notice my old driver's license and aaron's in my wallet and makes me call him up to vouch for it...i could just see that cop getting happy...an unexpected fake ID bust! (apparently UTPD doesn't see much action, the occasional stolen bike/fake ID is all...) but no it was all legitimate, sorry to disappoint. All in all, the cops were pretty nice, but it's just been a dump on Jennifer week, stolen bike, police thinking i'm a punk kid, and a thousand other small things that don't really mean anything on their own...

I miss my bike, it was the perfect red, and had old english writing on it, and just felt right. the perfect girl's bike. karma will return in many forms to the stealers of my bike.



Today I went to 1/2 price books and loaded up on the stephen king...got my laptop fixed--i am connected again! by the geniuses in the ITS building, though walking through there is like walking through a warp zone--you ain't comin out again anytime soon.



all in all, life is good, because tomorrow night is frito pie night.