wound, meet salt

I liked, nay loved, my bike. It had true sentimental value and was super vintage-cool. Now, as you may know, it is gone.
Yes, I'm still bitter about it.
Today, as I was making my rounds of the blogosphere, I found this post on sfgirlbybay.

Yes, mine had a good 40 years on this one... and was rusty and a little bit broken and heavier than my car. But it was mine. I had a comfy, vintage bike and now I don't, and after reading this post I want one more, and can't really afford it right now.
bummer

my forehead is melting

Ok, remember a while ago when I was talking about the heat wave and how wonderful it was... well, as you might know, it's round 2: hotter, stickier and deadlier than ever. I am currently in the living room, literally stuck to my leather couch and unable to find the will or strength to get up and make myself something to eat - I'm starving by the way. I'm so bored, but I can't stand to do anything. It's just too bloody hot!

{via flickr}

Too add to my discomfort, I just got bangs. The worst possible time to get bangs! which adds to my reluctance to brave the sweltering heat of the car to get to somewhere air conditioned. I either look like a little boy and push them back or I leave them down at the risk of melting my face off.

It's like getting a new toy when you're a kid, but not being allowed to play with it.

{via audrey hepburn complex}

But I guess it's not so bad. I mean, it's not like I'm at any risk of dying of heat stroke or dehydration... which reminds, I should get myself a drink of water.

that was low

To whoever stole my 40-year-old, rickety, broken bicycle: you are a big, big jerk. I really can't believe someone crept into the small alley behind my apartment, broke my lock and stole, STOLE! the bicycle that my mom use to ride around on when she lived on Nun's Island, that I remember sitting on the back of when I was a toddler, the bike that became more than just a means of transportation, but a family heirloom...
Ok, maybe the heirloom thing is going a little far.
But that makes me no less upset about this.
I love antiques, and that one was one of a kind.

If you see this bike, chances are it's mine...because no one else would have kept it this long!

i am canadian!

HAPPY CANADA DAY!!