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I almost got run over by a car last night. On my way to work. I was crossing Church and a girl in a dark blue Jetta took a fast left turn off Campus and missed me by six inches. She slammed her breaks ten feet beyond me, as I stood in the middle of the street cursing her out. It ended up stopping traffic in the middle of the intersection, and people were honking their horns. She rolled down the window, in tears, apologizing. I felt bad, because she was beautiful, and with all my yelling "Fuck you!" I was making her cry.
But, to keep things in perspective, she almost broke my legs.
Mom came down to Oxford yesterday, which was nice. She brought a cake. I had a piece for breakfast today.
I have so many papers. This weekend is going to be awesome or it's going to be among the worst of all time.
EDIT - 15 November, 6:26PM
Since Brian Graney's column appeared in The Student, I've been sending him Facebook messages that simply said "Peace."
It only took him five days to block me.
It was timely enough, because my response to his stupid ass was printed in The Amusement today.
But, to keep things in perspective, she almost broke my legs.
Mom came down to Oxford yesterday, which was nice. She brought a cake. I had a piece for breakfast today.
I have so many papers. This weekend is going to be awesome or it's going to be among the worst of all time.
EDIT - 15 November, 6:26PM
Since Brian Graney's column appeared in The Student, I've been sending him Facebook messages that simply said "Peace."
It only took him five days to block me.
It was timely enough, because my response to his stupid ass was printed in The Amusement today.