Tonight, for dinner, I had a can of Dr. Pepper, a plate of buttered corn and a bowl of campbell's soup (you know, the chunky kind? The expensive kind?).
On monday, on a complete and utter whim, I bought a motorcycle. A honda Shadow Phantom. The thing is sick, man. I love love love it so much. It's fast and sexy (just how I like my women, eh? eh...?); it's a great bike and potentially a huge mistake. Here is a picture of me on the day I bought it:
Today, I sold my very first motorcycle. The one that I fell in love with and learned to ride on. As the guy handed me money and I handed him the keys, I felt my heart beating heavy. I began to feel a lack of breath even though I hadn't done any real work at all. I haven't ever had an anxiety attack, I don't have anxiety, but I think tonight as I watched my bike drive away, I suffered a mild anxiety attack. I paced around uncontrollably; I kept coming back to the window to see if the bike was still there or not. I felt so antsy and crazy. CRAZY I SAY.
I cut my pinky fingernail too short today and now, anytime I hit 'q', 'a', 'z' or 'shift', it sends a sharp spike of pain up my nerve endings. Needless to say, that last sentence was a pretty painful one.
So I bought a new bike and got rid of my old one. I sold the old bike because I wanted to get out of debt. I didn't want anymore credit card payments and the motorcycle plus my savings account would be enough to pay off my credit cards. To celebrate my suddenly debt-free life, I bought a new motorcycle. ha ha ha. But the motorcycle was bought on an auto loan, not on a credit card. There is a difference.
Here it is, my last picture of my motorcycle:
I felt like I had a lot more to say, but that's kind of the end of all of it.
I'm sad to see my motorcycle go. I'm happy I got a new one, but things aren't ever quite like the first time, are they?
I don't know, I feel weird.
I'm out! Goodnight everybody!