On the Amtrak again. Nobody wants to sit next to me because my sock is inside out. The train is a brutal place, one faux pas and you’re out, you’re done for. The gallows awaits me. Not the worst way to go. They used to crucify people like me, Amtrak
misspelling michael as ‘micheal’ is up there with murder as an unforgivable offense. not to boost any michaels’ confidence or anything. it’s just not that hard a word to spell for people to be messing it up as often as they do
pink pony club and mr brightside are two songs that tell me its time to leave the party or bar when they come on. it invokes the same urgency as when i'm in a backyard getting eaten alive by too many mosquitoes. i just have to get out of there
lol this idiot in front of me has his wiper blade speed way to high compared to what the rain situation calls for. how embarrassing . this will leave a lasting impression on me
paying the ebike premium and putting my life on the line speeding downtown so i can pay the bar drinks premium with friends and put my liver on the line with efficiency