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Saturday, July 16, 2005

i can't believe...

my mother won't let me get a bike.

why won't she let me get a bike?

i'm obviously not getting a car for a very long time. i can pay for my own fucking bike. i could even give you a whole fricking list about why i should go by bicycle.

but she won't even discuss it with me. she won't even ask why i want a bike, she just flat-out says no.

"it's dangerous." what, are you kidding me? you let me have a bike when i was younger, but now that i'm older and more responsible, i can't get one?

why do people give me excuses that are such giant loads of horse crap?

"what.everrr."

i'm getting it.