I hate the world today...
Dear idiots who decided to have a car crash on my way to work, I hate you. I just bet it was both your fault but I kind of hope it was rather that old geezer who got his bumper shaved off his car front than the mobile nurse whose driver door the old geezer crashed into.
Dear S-Bahn Berlin who regularly cuts all traffic between Schönhauser Allee and Ostkreuz on Circle Line on weekends and turns frequency into ten minutes instead of five as usual, I hate you. Actually, I generally hate you, S-Bahn Berlin but what's new about that?
Dear Sunday bike riders with your expensive (and ugly) clothes and your total inability to use means of public transport (blocking a fucking S-Bahn door with your fucking bikes? Seriously? Go fuck yourself.) and your fucking arrogance, I hate you most of all. There's a goddamn reason why bike riders are hated almost as much as Swabians in Berlin and you were a prime example. Assholes.
God, I hate working Saturdays with the power of a thousand suns.
Dear S-Bahn Berlin who regularly cuts all traffic between Schönhauser Allee and Ostkreuz on Circle Line on weekends and turns frequency into ten minutes instead of five as usual, I hate you. Actually, I generally hate you, S-Bahn Berlin but what's new about that?
Dear Sunday bike riders with your expensive (and ugly) clothes and your total inability to use means of public transport (blocking a fucking S-Bahn door with your fucking bikes? Seriously? Go fuck yourself.) and your fucking arrogance, I hate you most of all. There's a goddamn reason why bike riders are hated almost as much as Swabians in Berlin and you were a prime example. Assholes.
God, I hate working Saturdays with the power of a thousand suns.