So, today started off all right in the morning, when I didn't have to do anything. My brother's coming home today, I was on the computer for a while, everything was happy. But I had to go to the library to help out with the craft hour. It's from 2-3, so around 1:15, I logged off the computer, changed my clothes, and got ready to go. Now, I had been planning on riding my bike over. But I needed to use a bike lock since my bike is my lover and I didn't want him to get stolen. My brother is the only one with keys to the bike lock, so I called him (he was already in Denver) and asked where the key to the bike lock was. He said it was on his key ring.

The same key ring he had taken with him when he left for Florida.

I was all "WHY THE FUCK DID YOU TAKE YOUR KEYS?!" and he said he needed them for something at the time. Yeah, right. Whatever. So I was like "Well, I'll just have to risk it", but in my experience whenever I 'just risk' something, things go to shit. So I decided I would take someone else's bike. I was going to take my brother's old bike, since it was already out of the shed (this stupid STUPID storage shed we should never have built because it's so insanely STUPID and we have to cram everything in and it's a pain in the ass to get anything out), but it had a flat tire. And god help me if I took my brother's bike and it got stolen.

So I said "Fuck, fine, I'll take my mom's bike. She never uses it anyway."

So I go to the stupid shed and spend maybe eight minutes wrestling her fucking bike out. Great. I finally do it and I drag it to the bike pump we have, since the air in the tires is realllllly low. We actually have two bike pumps. One of them is a jerkwad and I don't know how to use it. I tried to use that one first, but I couldn't, so I was like "Fine, I'll use the other pump." Thing is, we try to use it as little as possible because it's partially broken. So I start pumping air into the front tire and guess what - the pump breaks. I'm exasperated and running out of time so I finally say "FINE WHATEVER I'LL JUST GO"

I wheel my bike down the hill, cross the street, and start to pedal. My mom has a crappy ass bike, but at first it's pretty smooth sailing. And then the back tire starts making some noise. I tell myself it'll be fine, but as I reach the end of the street, something happens to it. I thought it went flat, so I walked it for a bit, but then I was like "You can still ride on a flat tire" so I did for a little bit. I crossed a different street and start to pedal, and then BAM. The rubber from the back tire has wound itself and twisted and the back wheel can't be moved at all anymore.

I ditch the stupid bike on the side of the road for two reasons. One, who would want to steal it anyway, it's a piece of shit and the back tire is screwed to hell. Two, I know I'm going to have to drag it back home with a non-functioning wheel, and so I won't mind if someone steals it anyway.

I walk the remaining distance to the library and magically have five minutes to spare. It's summer and it's fucking smoldering out, so I take a drink from the water fountain and then go to help out with the crafts. An hour passes and I'm like "Great, time to go home." So I walk back down the street silently hoping that someone will have taken the damn thing, but nope, there it is.

Now, my friend ~Deathbyduckies lives much closer to the library than I do (I live 1.5 miles away, she lives down the street from it) so I decide to drag the bike to her house, leave it there, then walk home and tell my mom what happened when I get home. This is the part where it starts to get better (well it started a little bit before that, but I'll get to that in a minute). As I was dragging the bike down the street (since it won't roll properly because of the back tire), who should pull up on his motorcycle but ~Deathbyduckies's dad. He asks me what happened, I tell him it's a flat tire and ask if I can leave my bike at his house. He says that he'll give me a ride home and take the bike with us!

OH. MY. GOD.

I AM SO FUCKING GRATEFUL.
If he hadn't given me a ride, I'd still be walking home right now. Seriously. YOUR DAD IS SO. AWESOME. YOOUUUU -points at duckies- I said thank you like five times but I still don't think it's enough orz;;;;;
THANK YOUUUUUU THANK YOUUUUUU. YOU'RE THE BEST.

Oh, the other part where it started to get better. I talked to the security guard, and he said "Hey, Trouble." when I walked up. And that makes me happy because I'm a whore. (Not really, I think he's just awesome so I was like "GNDAJGADBGA HE ACKNOWLEDGED MEEE -SPARKLES-") So yeah it wasn't a good day but it could've been a shit ton worse.

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