Dear God, I thought my bike had been stoled or something earlier today. I went to ride it to school, and it wasn't in the garage! That's where I left it, and it wasn't there. Great. Now I have to take the bus, and be late to my meeting. I'm sure it's on campus somewhere, because I probably just took it to school, forgot I had it, and took the bus home. No big deal, I'll just find it locked onto a bike rack.
No. Oh no. Not again. This is the third time, damn it!
Oh wait; I call my brother. For some reason he has my bike in the back of the truck, taking it to the shop(?!) He says it's fine. I haven't been back yet, so I don't know what it was doing there. At least it wasn't stolen.
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Sporadic tales of the more exciting/dramatic parts of my life. Will be updated infrequently, but usually with some interesting and/or funny stuff. Drama!
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