Sunday, April 29, 2007

Where is My Fucking Bicycle??


It is Sunday afternoon. I did not accomplish anything this weekend. I am still tired and cannot believe I have to start all over again tomorrow. What is most upsetting to me is that EVERYBODY I know is getting some. I have been getting the calls from the Filthy and Gorgeous posse outlining their escapades from the weekend. I feel like Pee Wee Herman in Pee Wee's Big Adventure when he lost his bike. Everywhere he looked, there were bikes; tandem bikes, old fashioned bikes with the big wheel, dogs riding bikes........Where is my fucking bike!!!! This is borderline ridiculous at this point. I think I am going to take a page out of my friend The MBA's book and just try to work on myself during this dry spell. No more smoking, no drinking, working out......basically just give myself a big healthy hug. Take control of my life and eliminate my bad habits. Once I begin showing myself the respect I deserve, maybe I will find a guy to do so as well. The real question is; once I find one, will I remember how to ride one?

1 comment:

Duke said...

Maybe you need to forget about the bikes and start looking into mopeds???