i feel so dejected and violated. someone stole my bike at the train station. no matter what i'm telling myself, i can't seem to feel okay about it. yes it was only material, yes i still have my health, yes i can replace it, but it doesn't negate the fact that someone stole my damn bike. fucking assholes. the only okay thought i can come of this is someone stole the bike to feed his/her family. sigh.

These things are on my mind:

I obviously do not know how to save money nor do I know how not to spend under $10 on food a day. I'm obsessed with healthy food and refuse to eat $4.99 value menu meals.

I am delusional not trying to meet new boys in Cali. I am hoping that the planets will align and there was some way I could see if things could work out with boy at home. Delusional. So delusional.

I'm also seeing how I can still have Parker without having him. I want a dog to walk when I'm going to the store and a dog with whom to play fetch, but I don't want him on a constant basis. Maybe, rent-a-pet?

OMG. I'm going crazy. I am slightly excited about watching 8-Mile tonight. The life of Enimem should cheer me up. Wait, he's now making millions singing about his life and making movies about trailer parks. Ass.

Why aren't freaking museums opened on Monday and Tuesdays? Don't they know graduate students with no class need something intellectual to do in between Spongebob DVDs and shopping? Assholes.

I really consider myself lucky for knowing what I wanted to 'be' when I grew up, a psychologist. It's easier to live life having a purpose, a meaning, a goal. However, what happens to people who live aimless lives? I think they end up at East Village on the weekends.

There comes a time in every person's life when they figure out what is important and what's not important and that moment came the other day when I was walking The Embarcadero and found a newspaper stand stacked with printed copies of The Onion.