There was a man in the middle of the road just talking casually with his neighbours. The man was sporting a bucket full of sand. In the middle of traffic. Then he just scratched my car door with his sand bucket. A lot of honking, shouting and swearing followed. At this rate, I’ll be lucky if by the end of this year there is enough left of my car to enter the most scratched car competition.
Ou sont les neiges d’antan?
The weather is miserable, I have cold feet and a tire with two holes the size of the one in the ozone layer. After bumping into one of those “sex feet under” asphalt whole the City Hall is not attending to - see how this word, whole, turns into an annoying occurrence - my left front wheel looks like shredded lace. Plus the depressing boyfriend. Despite all this I have friends to help me, and support me, and lend me money, and optimism, and hormones, it’s spring! I want to f*ck, and shop, and drink, and basically just enjoy myself. Ain’t life grand?!
Seen
Casanova.
Kay, I have no idea why you like
Sienna Miller so much.
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