I love DC. I love this morning. Yeah, I’m gonna cross here. They should put a crosswalk right here, it’d make my life easier. And lots of other people who aren’t chained to automobiles.
I couldn’t save much if I owned an automobile. Truth.
I can’t save much because renting in DC is insane. Pain.
[F]uck people like me… the people with a lot more money who can afford to pay at least $1200.00 a month – for a room, a kitchen, a bathroom.
I’d never make it in the hood. I need $4 lattes.
[A]sshole, it’s a crosswalk! I hope you get stuck in traffic. Behind a truck carrying Porta-Potties. That fall out in glorious Jackson Pollock of piss and fecal excrement on the windshield of your starter-luxury car. Naturally, nobody gets hurt. Well, only your patience and your overriding sense of entitlement.
How did Patti Smith’s autobiography, Just Kids, win the National Book Award? It’s crap. I should probably work on a more eloquent criticism. Seriously though, 415 submissions and IT won? Why do I find this insulting? Whatever, I’ll donate it to the library.
Damn, she’s so beautiful.
Please don’t be too crowded. Just need a seat. Somewhere to read and drink one of your awesome $4 lattes.
“What can I get ya?”
“A latte and some French toast, please.”