Some dude on the street said the following to me just now: “You’re pretty…kind of.”
I sort of want to list all of the ways that this makes me mad, but there are too many. Oh street harassment, I can always count on you to flex my angry feelings. So reliable.
I’m grumpy, and tired, and didn’t get nearly enough done today that I set out to do, and I’ve been having a lot of stress dreams, and this week has been plucking my last nerve.
Just in the nick of time, I’m getting away for the weekend. Here’s to 48 hours of fun. 1,2,3 go!