it’s cold outside and there’s snow on the houses and pedestrian passages, but the roads were clear, so I went to the bakery by bike. when I came back some retard was driving way too close to me, I turned to the pedestrian passage and fell. of course that pathetic dickhead didn’t stop to see if I was alright, nooooo, he simply drove away with his stupid car.
I hope he has an accident.
about an hour ago I looked out of my window to see if it was snowing. it wasn’t.
about a minute ago I looked again, and there’s snow on the road, on the cars, on my bike! I saw no flakes coming down though.
I found the hiding place of my black tights in the back of a drawer, finally… I was starting to believe they all ran away.
I’m making a linguistic analysis of the dialect in Elisabethville, Congo…
3 cheers for linguistics!