The Bike of Doom (and it's also from Hell) is finally gone. Someone stole it again and this time no one found and brought it back. Silly earthlings steal bikes that don't even have working brakes. I love it.
It's hot out today so the whole town smells like delicious cow pies. The wind keeps blowing it in the front door of the library so now the first floor of the library stinks to. It's delightful indeed.
The lesser of two evils?
Hot, sweaty apartment vs. Cool, air-conditioned, stinky cow pie library?
This is normally would be a tough one, but hot sweaty apartment wins it hands down because if I was there I could be watching the Yankees game in which they have overcome a 10-1 deficit to be currently leading, oh damnit I just checked again and they are losing again, 12-11. Well aparment still wins because I gotta good feeling about this game. Prediction: Yanks in 14, score 19-18. Although, back at the apartment there are no girls in summer clothes hangin' around, and I don't get paid to be there either. Final judgement: neither. I'd much rather be lounging in the sun in the park, tossing the frisbee, and watching the bikini girls play volleyball and sunbath.
Tune in next time for more exciting, and in depth comparisons of the places I would rather be, featuring such destinations as Anytown, USA in the 1980s, Davy Jones' Locker, and In the Hall of the Mountain King.