Friday, July 16, 2004

My mother, the NINJA

<>So far, for this pothole, I've gotten an offer of shower assistance, an offer for porn collaboration, two visits from James, a card from SFMC, all kinds of advice about how to treat the wound (most of it violently conflicting), half of Rob's attention for an hour, a set of Held gloves (borrowed, as long as I want them), and an evening with a cute boy.

I'm finally in less pain. (not ready to give up complaining, though!)

Actually started looking at ebay for parts. I need to take photos of the damage this weekend so I can actually have a clear picture of what exactly I need. (It’s nothing like what Kevy did to her bike. I’m not nearly that cool.)

Anyone have an idea of what's needed to convert to ProTaper bars on the SV? I think it will take a few changes... but I don't know what.

But tonight I’m going home to hang out with my mom and sister all weekend. My mom is going to flip out (yes Charles, like a NINJA!) when she sees this scrape and me gimping around not being able to use my hand. Not sure whether I should say something to my parents before we leave (and cause a ruckus) or wait until we’ve left town and she notices it on her own. Maybe I should act surprised at it when she sees it… “holy shit! How’d THAT get there?!?!” “Why’s my bike all fucked up? Mom, were you riding my bike again? I knew I shouldn’t have left it at your house!”





Charles: i'm home. go see a doctor. we will fix the bike.Posted by Charles on Monday, July 19, 2004 at 7:01 AM


I hope it's my advice that you took on the treatment of that finger.

Posted by B. on Wednesday, July 28, 2004 at 7:12 AM

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