i think i'm bitter. but better than this sounds. man, get the gun already.

Okay, so my Friday.

Dreamed allll night. Slept for 5 minutes. Looked like the walking dead and out the door at 6:22 am. I like biking early in the morning, watching the sun coming up over the buildings, dodging the occupied sleeping bags scattered across the seawall pavement.

I really love Vancouver. I came here listening to my heart song and all that shit. But, at the same time, I have no idea what the hell I am doing here. Oh yes, now I remember.

"Everything and nothing is as sacred as we want it to be."

"I like my oatmeal lumpy."

I didn't have oatmeal for breakfast. I swallowed a fly on my way out of the laneway going up the bikepath hill.

Almost every time I go out onto that path, I nearly get nailed by a westbound cyclist out of nowhere. The road is lined with cars that block my view, but I look both ways! You are always on my mind. Once, I saw you on the bus. I had a feeling I would. I knew I would see you. Sometimes I scare myself a little. Precognition. 11:11 just now.

An older guy in spandex totally kicked my ass up that hill. I watched his butt, just as a point of focus, but really I was thinking about where my life was going and if anything in this world matters at all to anyone. Let's just say low point. His shorts were also a little low, revealing a smidgen of crack. I thought of you. If it's true... Stop hurting yourself. What reminds you of the beauty in this world...

Time to change the tense.

Yes, so on my Friday morning bikeride, I am pedalling my ass up the Cambie Bridge overpass. As I run a red light (no traffic) coming off the bridge, I nearly nail a pedestrian. She's becoming a regular on my morning commute. Same place, same time, at the foot of the bridge on the opposite side of the road, smiling at me and wondering why I always nearly run her over. I should learn by now, but no, I do not learn. I wonder where she goes every morning, all smiles and high hopes for the future.

Actually I don't wonder that; instead I wonder why she doesn't move her ass over a tad to accommodate me, the cyclist on the pedestrian sidewalk.  

Arrive at UBC campus. I'm one of the first people in the building. I climb 3 flights of stairs, change out of my sweaty clothes. I run down the hall pretending I'm in the Breakfast Club and that old freaky guy is after us.  

I run into Odette and she unlocks the door for me. A grad student stands uncomfortably close to me. People, stop loving me! Stop being nice. Your kindness is cruel; it ends.

That was fun! I like visiting pityville.