I was walking with my jacket pulled close to me in the cold muddy street when suddenly a roaring car swerved past me leaving me in a façade of walking cake only in the modified form of dirty brown.

Mind you people, he didn’t even have the nerve of get out that f&*!@$G car of his or her to apologize. He or she just discreetly passed after the nerve-wracking mud-drenching incident, which he has done.

The coolness of people now nowadays. Strains my nerves further.

Current mood: feels like a million poops. Eeww.
Current song: rain on me like it never rain before [huh?]