I need a bike

I wish Mike Mullet were home because he’s the only person downstairs I comfortably enjoy being around. I’d ask him if I could borrow his bike. Mine caught a flat two days ago, and I haven’t been able to fix it.

You know that scene where the person’s walking down the sidewalk, some asshole car drives by, right through a HUGE deep puddle, and the victim on the sidewalk gets SPRAYED in dirty water, leaves, and urban debris?

Yeah, that was me about ten minutes ago.

At first I was mad that the radio was on when I walked upstairs, because Sinnae’s always leaving all the lights on and the front door wide open when she goes to work, and I don’t think I should pay half of the electricity bill for that reason. But I’ve been listening to the radio for a while now, and it’s actually quite comforting, to have these voices, static, murmuring all around me.

Also, that stupid party is in two days and I’m so nervous, the board’s not ready, and our place is still a wreck.