it involves the public.
i swear, it’s a bad fucking sign when just the effort to get to work makes me want to throw in the towel, high tail it back home, crawl back in bed and tell everyone to fuck right off. also: it’s only monday. god, i’m about to start sounding like a fucking garfield comic in about 0.2 seconds. ugh.
anyway, trudge trudge trudge to the bus stop. normally not such a bad deal except: a.) unbelievably hot and bright sunshine, wtf, boston? and b.) windy windy windy, OH HAI ALLSTON ST., WULD U LIEK 2 SEE MAH ASS? stupid flowy skirt. stupid wind. stupid 64.
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