"Long time no see, bitch," telepaths my Body Combat teacher as I stomp into class this morning. "Where've you been?"
"McDonalds, by the looks of it," telepath a couple of sniggering girls at the back of the gym. I could have imagined it though. They don't look quick enough.
I'm not in the mood for this. My bike got robbed last night. I just realised it as Bjarni's parents turned up to take us to the airport this morning. There's this space by my back door where my bike used to be. Somebody just sneaked up to it in the middle of the night and hacked away with their bolt-cutters, cycled off, leaving the lock lying on the ground. This is Iceland! Unemployment is at 0.5%! Get a JOB! I don't even want to think about the space where Bjarni used to be.
So, no bike, no boyfriend, just an extra 7 kilos and two bad bitches telepathing at me behind my back. At least Logi is moving in with me today, I'm looking forward to that. So much so that I want to rush home and bake him a big pie with "Welcome" written on the top of it. Only I've never baked a pie in my life, and anyway, I've left all my marker pens at work.
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there, there, is going to be ok. I'm also going to be left with empty space. Or rather I'll leave an empty space behind me. sucks anyway.
ReplyDeleteNever mind, you'll get another bike.
ReplyDeleteI feel bad for you. You should at least eat a pie if you're not going to bake one. Eating pie always makes me feel better when I'm sad. I don't know if it will make the girls at the gym stop telepathing though...
ReplyDeleteFor your amusement/disgust, you might also want to check out a video on YouTube about stealing bikes in New York. It is quite appalling really, but it made me laugh too.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZbklkFuFk-4
You shouldn't write on pies with marker pens--they taste bad.
ReplyDeleteOh my god, that video is hilarious, even though it nearly made me cry.
ReplyDeleteTommorrow morning make him some toast but before you put the bread in the toaster write "Welcome" on it in water. Lo and behold when it's toasted the words will be there plain as day. No need for markers & shit.
ReplyDeleteYours sincerely,
The Blue Peter Team
That is GENIUS.
ReplyDeletethat IS genius. I'm gonna remember that one! Thank-ee.
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