Oh, if I could just become forgetful when night seems endless

[raybear]

Yesterday, on the bike ride from the dentist's office to work downtown, right at the intersection of Halsted and Armitage, my chain slipped off in the way it has been apt to since last year -- wedging itself between the gears and the frame, so I have to flip the bike over, release the back wheel, put the chain back on (getting grease all over my hands in the process) then do makeshift re-alignment of my backwheel while tightening it back up. While wearing light colored pants, of course. I did an okay job of keeping 98% of the gunk on my skin, which could be washed off more easily. During the process, I was cursing and sweating and I heard someone come right up next to me and say "You got it, g?" and I was like "what?!" because I was agitated and sweating, and I turned, and it was a fellow biker who had slowed next to me and he said, "do you need anything?" I softened and said, no I got it, but thanks for asking. He rode off. Then I realized, damn, he was kinda hot, maybe I should have asked for help.

Probably if I had just seen him walking down the street, I wouldn't necessarily notice him, but put him on a bike, and then make him be all thoughtful and offering help in the spirit of biker-solidarity, and I'm ready to drop trousers.

I also consoled myself by thinking that this might be the last time I would have to perform such a procedure. Tonight after work I'm going to broqued's house to pick up my custom made new ride!!! Pictures TK. Especially since I need a bike userpic.

Today I won free tickets through the Onion to see Janeane Garafalo next week. I don't love her, but I don't hate her, and I'm sufficiently intrigued that I will certainly go for free. Plus, I'm not generally someone who wins things, so that makes it worth it.

I'm boarding Sophie this weekend, since we're only gone one night and she's overdue for vet check-up anyway, which they can do while she's there. I'm already real sad about having to take her there on Saturday morning. She's quite good at the fake-sad looks on a daily basis, but whenever I leave her at the vet, her true-sad face comes out. Though I'm sure five minutes later she's running around with the other dogs and not caring.

I had the most amazing afternoon that is a perfect example of why I love idleness and find it absolutely crucial to my personal well-being. Because if I didn't have time to sit and stare and think and dream for two hours, I would have never figured out how to fix a part of novel, nor would I have had my weird freaky quasi-dream memory recall of events with my mother, nor would I have had my personal revelation about relationships and lust and desire, nor would I have had time to read a smutty book from 1906 that I happened to pull off the shelf.

Comments

[magdalene1.livejournal.com]

" had the most amazing afternoon that is a perfect example of why I love idleness and find it absolutely crucial to my personal well-being. Because if I didn't have time to sit and stare and think and dream for two hours, I would have never figured out how to fix a part of novel, nor would I have had my weird freaky quasi-dream memory recall of events with my mother, nor would I have had my personal revelation about relationships and lust and desire, nor would I have had time to read a smutty book from 1906 that I happened to pull off the shelf."

I need to laminate this and tape it to something I look at every day.

[fuzzilla.livejournal.com]

Heh, I was thinking pretty much the same thing. Loved that paragraph.

[anjibobanji.livejournal.com]

Okay soul brother, I love books from the turn of the century, I used to troll used book shops for the harlequin type romances or smuttier stuff I could find. Idleness. Yes!

[dommeyourass.livejournal.com]

bikers are hot.

your new bike is hot.

turn of the century smut is hot.

our apartment is hot.