i had to go and ask

so i bought a bike today. a nice mountain bike at half price. with shocks; they didn't even have shocks on normal people bikes when i got my last one -- in 1994. i'm all pleased with myself. "yay," i think, "$36 for a gallon of gas, look how much i'll save by riding to work even half the time." smiles, etc. i take said lovely new bike home.

and as i'm getting out of my car, the key breaks in half. the bloody key to my bloody car fucking breaks in half. luckily it decided to do so after i removed it from the ignition. BUT STILL. you've GOT to be kidding me. it hasn't even been a full week since i solved the last problem! i don't abuse it, i promise i don't. it must've heard me complaining and then become jealous when it saw me riding my bike around the parking lot. that's all i can think of.

if broken cookies = broken dreams, then what do broken car keys equal?