some cunt has stolen my bike. was worth fuck all, tbh, although the worth is measured in the cost of a new one that I can't afford.

I'd left it between my sister's bf's car and the garage in the front garden. I had only popped round for a short while. I've left it there before when visiting and it's been fine.

anyway, I hope the fucker tries to ride it, only to discover that the brakes need seeing to at the worst possible time. it's probs going to be stripped for parts; joke's on them, it's a heap of junk, really.

really want to happen across the thieving cunt riding it and just ruin them, tho. not a violent person, but I figure I get one justified chance to lash out. I've suffered enough when I was younger and been really unfailingly nice despite that, I think I've earned it. nm. w/e. :(

aob?