Confession
It's envy. Part of the reason I resent Cycle Chic is because each year I blow my bike accessory budget on roadie stuff like padded tights, and then I can't afford a nice, pretty Po Campo bag, especially not with a perfectly good alien transport pod (which cost just about as much) sitting unused in my closet.
Sigh.
posted by Jennifer @ 10:40 PM
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I mean, that thing costs even more than my electric bill last month. And now I have insurance premiums to pay for and uncovered medical expenses from the crash, plus I just bought all those books because that's what I do when I'm depressed, and of course there's another electric bill's worth of winter bike tights sitting in a drawer that I haven't worn at all ever because I thought I might need them for a job that I thought I'd get but then I didn't but I kept them anyway---and oh, by the way, I'm starting to worry about being able to pay the fucking rent. And in any case, if I go on a bike date, it's going to be with Teh Boyfriend, and his idea of a bike date involves playing in the dirt and watching trains while eating a cheeseburger, and he has exactly the same alien transport pod that I have and doesn't care what I look like as long as we have fun and nobody gets a flat tire because of a toothpick. Not that any of this matters since I was HIT BY A CAR and won't be riding anywhere anytime in the indeterminate future.
Stop taunting me, pretty bag, with your Cycle Chic-ness that I can't afford, not even to make myself feel better because my knee hurts and I'm cold.
"plus I just bought all those books because that's what I do when I'm depressed"
Maybe that explains why I have so many books.
P.S. Blogger's "word verification" (aka "captcha") for this comment is "fluckin"!
Fluckin' A!
They're not even good books. I'm catching up on the Valdemar series.
I have high hopes for the two Phil Plait books I bought last month.
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