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My office has been infiltrated by roaches, flies, crickets, spiders, and now termites. Why won't our office manager do anything about this, like ask the landlord to provide extermination services? She feels bad for the bugs. FUCKING BUGS. DIE BUGS DIE.
This morning on my run (guilt-free morning) I was side-swiped by a car. He only missed me b/c I had an adreneline rush and sprinted past him. He still managed to clip my right leg though with the passenger side front corner of his car. Here's what happened. I'm on my way back, so it's light already. Am wearing light gray pants and white top. I get ready to cross an intersection that has four way stops. As I enter, I see the car pulling up, and Dude is looking in my direction, so I assume he's going to stop for a) the stop sign and b) for me. Instead, he doesnt. After he clips me and hears the string of VERY loud swear words emanate from my mouth he goes "I didn't see you" and I notice he is covered in his coffee, and a middle-aged salesman type looking guy who may be having a heart attack. On the one hand, I was way pissed, because, you know, he almost hit me. On the other, I immediately felt sorry for him because he was just so oblivious in the morning. Is every morning like that for him? I'd hate to be oblivious every morning. Sigh.
Also, the peaches I bought at the market molded, all four of them, last night. That was a sad loss. Fucking mold.
Work has been atrociously boring this week.
...and so life goes on.
This morning on my run (guilt-free morning) I was side-swiped by a car. He only missed me b/c I had an adreneline rush and sprinted past him. He still managed to clip my right leg though with the passenger side front corner of his car. Here's what happened. I'm on my way back, so it's light already. Am wearing light gray pants and white top. I get ready to cross an intersection that has four way stops. As I enter, I see the car pulling up, and Dude is looking in my direction, so I assume he's going to stop for a) the stop sign and b) for me. Instead, he doesnt. After he clips me and hears the string of VERY loud swear words emanate from my mouth he goes "I didn't see you" and I notice he is covered in his coffee, and a middle-aged salesman type looking guy who may be having a heart attack. On the one hand, I was way pissed, because, you know, he almost hit me. On the other, I immediately felt sorry for him because he was just so oblivious in the morning. Is every morning like that for him? I'd hate to be oblivious every morning. Sigh.
Also, the peaches I bought at the market molded, all four of them, last night. That was a sad loss. Fucking mold.
Work has been atrociously boring this week.
...and so life goes on.
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