So. On way to interview. I get hit in this fuckass stupid hailing drenching squall that lasted for two minutes. Literally. Two. Fucking. Minutes. Hit me between Spencer st. Station and LaTrobe street.
So. It drenched me. And killed my phone. You know, the one I need to get fuckin phone calls for jobs. Despite my umbrella. AND THE FACT MY
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And pet de cat.
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and we can grab some tasty meats
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