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August 22, 2006
Yeah, whatever 
I hate the fact that my mood can shift so suddenly.
I had a nice ride into work, and as I'm in the right turn lane, ready to turn the corner into my building, I see a guy who works in the building. It's not that I recognize him: I recognize his bike, this sweet matte black and shiny red Trek.
So I say, "Sweet bike!"
And he says, "Yeah, whatever."
And I say, "I was serious."
And now I'm pissed. I'm all $#*()& you, &Y*@, though he's long gone.
Why can't people be nice? Now my day is shot.
Posted at August 22, 2006