Wednesday, May 18, 2011

The end of the world is coming...

...so I better get one last blog post in. The fucking RAPTURE. Sure. Bring it on mother fuckers. Bring it the fuck on.

I just read this awesome story sent in to City Beat by Mark Flanigan. I don't know Mark, but apparently we had a friend on common - BONES. He wrote this beautiful piece, you should go read it. My favorite part was this:

"....your roommate years ago and longed for some time to be part of your bike club, to no avail. More urgently, she was struggling with severe depression and suicidal thoughts when one day she found herself hustling towards home while trying to keep it together. She knew once there she was bound for bed, where she would commence to cry.

She opened the apartment door to find a banana-seated chopper bike with confetti on the handlebars, and soon found herself shedding tears of an entirely unexpected sort. You, of course, had walked that bike out of a thrift store."

THAT is the kind of guy Bones was. His murder made me mad all over again.

Then the videos from Monday's Northside community meeting came out on Facebook, with the dumbass motherfucking cops spewing lies....GOD BLESS the patient folks who were able to sit through that meeting without getting violent. They just keep asking their questions and getting NO answers. I hear it will take 6-7 months before the investigations are complete. Keep stalling bitches. They'll keep stalling, thinking maybe we'll just forget about it. I won't forget. EVER.

Thank you for letting me get my anger out here.

Other than that.....

I had a nice day with my Mom. We went thrift shopping, and then to lunch. Shopping is something my Mom and I have always done together. I found a cute outfit for my new job, total cost - 5 bucks. I am actually feeling ok with having to dress up again, after wearing sweats and yoga pants to work for the last year and a half.

I love thrift store t-shirts.












I plan to commute via bike and change in the coffee shop across the street. My commuter bike is all set, I just need a fender for when it rains. The first couple of weeks I will work regular Mon-Fri hours 9:30am - 6pm for training. Then I will be on 2nd shift, 4pm to midnight with Wen and Sat off. Did I mention I will be making MORE money than my last job? Life works out like that sometimes.

Tomorrow morning me, Dominic and Kevin are manning a bike commuter station in Price Hill at BLOC Coffee from 7-9am for Bike to Work week. If you are on the west side and riding your bike, stop in for free coffee and stuff.

If the end of the world comes, I guess this is it.
LATER.

4 comments:

sprider said...

Congrats on the job, best part of the day open to ride, and you get to commute by bike!

How will we know who got "raptured" and who is just gone for the weekend... you know, in case we want to loot their houses?

bikelovejones said...

So you DID get a new job! HOORAY!
..::celebratory rootbeer bottlecaps flipping across the room::..
(Sorry about the dress-up part. I stopped wearing a dress/skirt over 25 years and vowed I would never againw ear one to get or keep a job. I'm told I look good in khaki slacks, Brooks Bros. shirt and sweater-vest...)

I used to LOVE thrift-shopping with my mom (z"l). When I got my first apartment she took me to Goodwill and we outfitted my entire kitchen -- post, pans, dishes, linens and everything -- for less than 15 bucks. Thrifting is awesome.

There is a real Rapture happening this weekend up here:
http://velodirt.com/2011/01/the-rapture-may-21-2011/
Four or five of my teammates are attempting it. (They're all much younger and hardier than I.)
We hope they'll survive and make it to the short-track opening in a couple of weeks.
Congrats on the new job. Save your money and come visit soon!

Trailer Park Cyclist said...

Fuck the Rapture. I'll be alright as long as they have Bicycles in Hell.

I found your site through DC and I gotta say, I like your style. There's a book in ya...

You come off like Jacquie Phelan's Evil Little Sister. And I mean that in the best of ways.

Tim Joe

Gotta Run..Gotta Ride said...

Perfect shift and more money.... JACKPOT!!!!!

So happy for you girl.

Those shirts are priceless!