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Number of times in last five weeks I have narrowly avoided being hit by a car while crossing the street to the bus stop to go to work at eight thirty in the morning: zero
Number of times in the last two days I have narrowly avoided being hit by a car while crossing the street to the bus stop to go to work at eight thirty in the morning: nearly thirty quadrillion.
Gee, I wonder what might have caused that difference in numbers.
Yeah, that's right. Fuck students.
There, I said it. *glower*
Okay, I guess to be fair I mean 'fuck students with vehicles who try to hit me like it's some deranged version of Frogger'. But I super meant that glower.
Also, I got my WTF back (almost 98% sure, find out tomorrow morning). I need to make a little dance to perform, to impress upon you all the awesomeness that is WTF.
Number of times in the last two days I have narrowly avoided being hit by a car while crossing the street to the bus stop to go to work at eight thirty in the morning: nearly thirty quadrillion.
Gee, I wonder what might have caused that difference in numbers.
Yeah, that's right. Fuck students.
There, I said it. *glower*
Okay, I guess to be fair I mean 'fuck students with vehicles who try to hit me like it's some deranged version of Frogger'. But I super meant that glower.
Also, I got my WTF back (almost 98% sure, find out tomorrow morning). I need to make a little dance to perform, to impress upon you all the awesomeness that is WTF.