remember that neighbour i talked about before? anyhow. she moved out, big ass burning van and all. it took a couple of weeks longer than we were told, but her junk is out of the basement. her long goodbye? she took the one bike of my five that worked, yet left her two mud-caked bikes she only used for burning man. when this made itself known to me, i was perturbed but i thought, “oh well, i’ll get it back.” well, tonight robojoe called her and guess what, she sold the fucking bike on craigslist! why? because neither she nor her friend/room mate remembered the bike being theirs, so why not sell it? they could have thought, “oh my, i wonder if this belongs to the people we used to share a storage area with?” but no, they sold it. along with the bike was my lock, my lights, and my helmet. so right now i’m sort of out of luck. robojoe, being the nice guy he is, said something like, “it’s ok, kendra didn’t ride it much.” neglecting to say, “because she was recovering from chemo and cancer and didn’t have the strength to ride.” whatever, this isn’t a pity party. yeah, last year sucked, but i was looking forward to free time for my sweet ride. now, i’m out the ride.

i am sort of tempted to say, “look michelle, i’m pretty bummed you took my bike and sold it on craigslist. that was a pretty short sighted and selfish thing to do. how about you give me $100 towards the helmet, light, and lock that you also sold and promise not to be such a dick to future neighbours?” that’s not going to happen. i’ll chalk this up to life, be mature, and buy a new lock myself. she’ll continue to be oblivious to those around her and nothing will really change.

ugh.