Friday Five
Could be worse.
Oh and men: when the fuck is it ever necessary/appropriate to hang out a car window and yell at a woman? Especially when they’re hot and sweaty and red-faced and fat and struggling to breathe (me running). What’s the point? You expect me to be flattered, like flag you down and give you my number? Maybe I’ll stop running and flash you a boob or something?
I’m going to start carrying a rock with me and chuck it at the next motherfucker who drive-by hollers at me. Ok not really, I’m too much of a pussy. But cut that shit out, seriously.
