. . . Got my bike back. Don't ask.

I also feel the irony of the day. This being Friday the thirteenth, and my (somewhat) thirteenth-ish post.

Heh. As if I believe in superstition.

Somebody jacked my bike.

. . . I am going to kill something.

I take it back. I'm not amused any longer.

. . . I am thoroughly amused. Heh.

Hmm... Fru-- Luppi. Ya were late coming home last night. Busy or what?

Going out today to check up on some mods for my bike. I have a feeling I might have failed today's pop quiz but I doubt it. Anyone need me to get them anything while I'm out on the other side of town? I'll do it for a little return, 'course.

( Private to Luppi. )

Comment here and I'll say something honest about you.

Go for it.

Idiots are people who can't differentiate a Ducati from a Harley. Just FYI -- my bike is a Ducati, not a Harley. There.

And, eh...

( Private to Luppi. )

Just something really quick:

Can everyone refrain from killing Luppi if at all possible? I don't wanna need to come and get just a little annoyed at ya for hurting him, if ya know what I mean.

(OOC: last sentence is privatised to EVERYONE BUT the fruit in question.)

Anonymous commenting is ON. What I want you to do is a post a confession in a comment. It can be about anything, even me, but you must make it anonymously.

Get at it.