comment 81 had me lol-ing "hard".

That is quite a lot of people who are feeding the troll.

i must have been going like 30 miles per hour.

today Neon Trees and Walking The Moon melted my face off.

now to sleep for work in 5 hours.

I want her #

Reading LowCel's replies to that thread (especially on the last page) is extremely funny to me.

Also. That. Greatest of all time.

I think my favorite part is that our content-generated ads are Zinn Bikes and World Of Warcraft, but theirs are for Mitt Romney. Hilarious.

Today I found out that Chicago may be making bike registration mandatory, ticketing bikes that aren't in the proper parking areas, charging tolls for bikes, and installing cameras on stop signs to ticket cyclists. No, the article wasn't in The Onion. It was an actual Chicago Tribune article. This makes me sad.

No clue, here it is though.


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that sounds like a bag of BS, people are just jealous that youre getting around for free and staying in shape, while they throw money away and get fatter.

i wonder how theyd pull off that camera thing though, do they expect you to put license plates on you bike now?
if they expect all that they better up the accommodations for cyclists, sounds like a pretty rough area to ride as it is

today im working at the helpdesk on some video tutorial project for a section of the website noone uses. im sad im not in the lab watching netflix all day...

Dude that was a moron's op-ed piece. Nothing of the sort is actually going to happen.

Today I have had the worst ****ing start to the morning. We discovered some rats living under our enclosed porch/3-season room thing a few weeks ago, and the exterminators came in and set bait and traps. Well this morning I walked through there to let the dog out... and oh god the smell. Clearly the methods of destruction have worked and now there are rotting dead rats under our porch. The worst part is the crawl space underneath is all full of junk that the previous owners left behind; insulation and random lumber and stuff. So the exterminators, though they come out every week, can only check the traps and can't dispose of rats that are hidden in amongst the crap. I see tyvek suits and gas masks in our future.

Then, (after an admittedly pleasant ride to work) I get to work and put on my dress and oh ****, it's way shorter than I thought. Too short for the office. I go to Walgreens to buy some leggings, come back and try to put them on... they're this "shapewear" suck-in-your-fat **** and though I have not that much fat, they are so tight that I feel like I can't breathe right now. Then, I grab my milk from the office fridge -- dated tomorrow -- and pour it on my cereal... and it comes out in chunks. ARGH.

This is on top of what has been months of a personal life in shambles and one week into a self-imposed house arrest (not going out for a month to clear my head and help my bank account) and all I want to do tonight is go out, get drunk, and sing karaoke.

**** rats, **** shapewear, **** relationships, **** everything. The only thing good is bikes.

https://encrypted-tbn2.google.com/im...TFy1DCfPLdaVlg

Does not sound like a good day so far :(

right on gurll

Yes, I do. Thank you. :)

lol

how ppl work at regular jobs is beyond me.

srly? ugh im in a cube right now.

Drugs and twinkies help

if i could work as a dude riding my bike around and traveling the world as a photographer for national geographic i would. for now "regular" pays the bills

for those having a bad day i offer this Ukranian folk cover of Rammstein's Du Hast:

Today's my first day back at school.
I don't start until noon, and my day ends at 4, so my schedule allows me plenty of riding time this semester.

Will probably even be able to make Wednesday Night Racing at the track, which is only 7 miles from campus.

Yeah me too. :(

Honestly though, regular jobs provide: $$ (I make double what my non-cubicle-dwelling friends do), normal hours/weekends off, and it doesn't destroy my body (I have chronic repetitive stress injury in my shoulders from years of food service/barista/whatever jobs in my youth). As much as I loved and felt more fulfilled by service industry jobs, and think they are a great fit for my personality and skills, I can't handle living paycheck to paycheck and my body can't handle the manual labor part, even more so as I get older.

ETA: Sometimes I do think I'd like to own my own bar, even though I know what a horrible failure it would probably be.

yes, it is nice to have enough money to eat all the food, drink all the beer and ride all the bikes

oh yes you make plenty of good points. The big picture is where I need to focus.

I read that article while exhausted and drunk. At the time, it seemed real haha. Sorry you're having a **** day. If there's anything I can do to help, let me know. I'll be out in the burbs until like 10 though.

that sounds familiar

and wash all the cars

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and crabon all the bikes

/summerinseattle

Things are looking up slightly. Went to the store and got not-soul-destroying tights to wear with my dress, and my husband is calling a junk removal service to clear out the crawlspace.

... And I just bought myself some classic Rayban wayfarer sunglasses because retail therapy, *****es.

Yesterday (into today) my brother and I beat Twisted Metal for PS3. Seriously felt like I was 13 again.

too bad about your license plates

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AHAHAHh retail therapy. Well glad you are feeling better. My retail therapy manifests itself often.

Whoops.