Sunday, October 4, 2009

I ain't no meteorologist

Dear Rain,

I thought I would beat you. I thought I had enough time to make it to work on my bike before you fell out of the sky. I was BEYOND wrong. And you came with no mercy, like buckets. I got soaked. And it was F**king fun!

Singin in the rain,

bad weather judger


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