Tuesday, March 8, 2011

hurry up, french toast.

oh my god, are we in slow motion? the light telling you you're allowed to cross the street has been blinking for like, two years, and you're still shuffling along so slowly, you're practically going backwards. go already. and stop waving your hand frantically at the cars waiting for you, telling them to stop for you like they don't see you. trust. they see you.

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