Monday morning I skipped work to find a new fork. Only one that fit was ugly as hell, but I bought it anyway. Bike should be done today. I’m afraid to look at it. Hell, I’m afraid to go to the shop at all.
Anyway, I think the first thing I’ll do is ride that shit down to Home Depot and get another can of brown spraypaint.
I saw a guy walking down Pender St. across from my office wearing riding breeches and boots (no crop or helmet though), walking like he’d just had his first all-day horse-riding lesson, and looking uber confused. There was no horse in sight. And my boss wonders why I keep my blinds open all day.
“Aren’t you worried about peeping toms outside?”
“No.”
“What will you do if you notice someone staring at you though?”
“Stare right back, of course.”
I have infinitely more interesting things to stare at outside my window, than the outside has to stare at in my office.
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