bad news

so remember that shit day i had
where the asshole bike salesman told me
that my bike was a piece of garbage?
well frau beerbaum showed me the newspaper
and this fecal excuse for a bike shop
was featured in the local section!
what a fucking joke!



fucking asshole!

shit. day.

fuck bike sellers here.
the third one told me my bike was a piece of shit,
that the front tire looked like a banana,
that i should just throw it away
before i end up in the hospital.
asshole!
the other two at least told me that
the only problem was with the back wheel
which i knew and
despite their vastly varying prices
agreed on the misalignment problem.
it's raining too
and i had to share the bus with 3 baby carriages
and a shit load of people
with my bike in hand, back and forth.

counteractive measure to my overwhelming depression include:
crepes, indian food, antm / true blood, and not doing my homework
i can't wait to be in berlin!

oh, and i had a dream last night about how frau beerbaum
ran a prostitution ring, and in my dream i lay next to her in bed
while she got fucked by an old man for 739 euros.
disgusting.