I got hit by the old lady because APPARENTLY orange isn't a bright enough color for hags to see while driving. What's the point of wearing a jacket that SCREAMS caution when people would rather step on the pedal?! UGH.
Terrible day. Besides the headache, the appearance of soiling my pants, and seeing ANOTHER person from this summer recognize me along the streets, I don't know what else could make it worse. No wait, Rufus Wainwright for H&M. Icing on the cake.
With one hand full- I continued reading Wicked again- I placed my water bottle between my legs so that I could twist open the cap with my other hand. Once opened, the water somehow leaped from the bottle and onto the seat, slowly soaking past my crotch to my ass region. It looked like I soiled myself.
I walked past this biker wearing those unbearable bike shorts tighter than the jeans on a hipster, and he suddenly braked really hard. I thought I had knocked something off his bike, so I turned around to see what the matter was. Through the wind I managed to be able to hear "Jason??" as if the person knew me. The person knew me! It was this philosophy-turned-premed who was trying to go for the M.D./Ph.D., only he had no clue about what it takes to get into that program.
I did talk to this cute-in-a-tiny way cashier. She noticed Texas on my driver's license and proceeded to ask me about it, so I was there at the counter talking to her about the differences between here and SF. Sigh. I should have approached it with my southern hospitality angle. That would have made for another entertaining story.
New anime obsession: Gintama. SO funny.
Sex in the future will be about sleeping not with men or women, but with individuals. Who are your individual(s)?
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