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...and how was your weekend?
Stopped for dinner on Friday. Came out of restaurant into pouring rain. Like, pouring as though from God's own giant picnic pitcher. Like, I CANNOT SEE BECAUSE IT IS RUNNING OFF MY HEAD INTO MY EYES WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. Puddle-bombed by a truck, only realized it because of the impact against my leg. Already too wet to actually feel it. Bus came, ( Read more... )
