"I want to ride my bicycle, I want to ride my bikeee!"

Today I:
Made a great waffle. Spent way too long on craigslist looking for Garage Sales and Flea Markets this sunday.
Closed my bank account at TD Canada Trust and currently have $2700 cash on me right now.
Went to Liberty Cycle's little oasis, they are having a fire sale in a couple of weeks, which is sad but good.
The tall man there fixed my tire, it had been punctured with glass. He was much similar to Lurch on the Adams family,
he even did greet me at the door, but not with a grunt.
I returned my uniform to the Hilton with a bitchy little smirk, a smirk I have been known to wear lately. Since moving into residence I have been asked some of the stupidest questions, and have had some of the stupidest conversations, all which I address with my bitchy little smirk, I think its a good look for me while on this floor. I like most of the girls/guys on this floor. Some try to give me the bitchy smirk, but I do it better. I always win.
I'm so glad I will never be working at that Hilton again, it wreaks of Caribbean meat and fucking paint because everything is fucking being painted.
Then I went to Cupolo's and bought a mini-pump for my tires, and two little carbon refills for it.
When I drove home to Campus I exited at Glendale (the one before Niagara's Skyway Bridge) I was going about 90km past these cops and almost hit them, they were just packing up some seatbelt thing, after, I was startled, but then I persisted to think of what all their bodies would look like being plummeted into the air in slow motion after kissing the grill of my car for the first and last time. I chuckled kind of, and approached the Welland Lift Bridge, and noticed it was up and my car was on empty.

Now usual people notice when their car flashes to empty. I don't, I have to have some kind of intelectual epipheny like "Holy Cow I haven't put gas in my car in like 756 km's, I think my 2.8 litres is mathamatically almost done, maybe I should look at how much gas I have..." and ping just like that, that little devil of an orange light is on. How long has it been like that? Maybe for my whole story, maybe not, who knows. All of this aside, this little orange light always triggers panic to me. No matter how rational the panic is; I panic.

I'm approaching this magnificent lift bridge, no gas, and the fucking bridge is up. I duck out, get gas, and drive back to the bridge, its still up. Who'd of thought?
So I took pictures of the tickets I bought at "Thats entertainment" today...


That bridge is something that would piss natives off.
I just know it.

Last night I found a date to "Where The Wild Things Are" and let me tell you I am damned excited.


Looking Up.