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So tonight while running my two miles in the cold, raining, darkness… I was nearly run over by a firetruck, scolded by a police officer, hit with a cup of yellow drink as the driver who threw it yelled “Faggot” and then I was chased by a dog for half a mile. I think this means it is time to start running on the tredmill instead of running on the street.
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itsalreadytomorrowsomewhere said:
ugh i hate treadmill running. but i’m sending you a hug to make you feel a little better
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