The Bicycle Thief ...

Yes, my bike got stolen!!! It's a really shitty feeling after coming back from teaching a really great acting class to go outside and find that someone else's bike is on the rack and that yours is no longer there. That really F***King sucks. I'm so sad and angry. I loved that bike ... it was a gift from my brother. So I had sushi with a friend and sulked as I helped her plan her life out in Asia. I'm keeping your name secret Rene ... oooopsss ... oh well. Wow, now you've been blogged twice in one week on two different people's blogs, girl you get around! So we planned her life in Asia, talked about life and relationships. After, she drove me back just in case I may have accidentally parked my bike somewhere else. But, oh well ... what can you do? So I took public transit and it was pretty fascinating because I really noticed the landscape of faces. Way different from when we first moved to Vancouver in 1976. There is an amazing diversity of different cultural backgrounds nowadays. Not just a homogeneous group of people, then I wondered why doesn't that make up reflect television, film and other media for that matter. I mean it's changing but not as quick as I'd like it to be. I was grateful to notice that anyway ... so I got home and whined to my mom for a few moments. Then realized, I have another bike anyway ... the world is abundant no? So whoever stole my bike, since you went to so much trouble to break my lock ... I hope you're enjoying it as much as I did.