Dear 110 On and Off Ramps,
You busted sons of bitches. You do not deserve to be graced with me and my dented, scraped up car. You are dirty, you are always morbidly covered in carnage -- broken pieces of cars, and most importantly you have the exact same energy as a Scorpio rising and a Leo Moon. Why are you so necessary, so conveniently located? Why do I have to work so hard for you? It is 7 AM and all I desperately need is a green tea smoothie in my system, but you are forcing me to confront my own mortality. You are so stupid. You are old. You aren’t even meant to be in this century. You are meant exclusively for horse drawn carriages, unicycles, and those baby trains at Descanso gardens.
But not only are you old, you are short. I hate you. See you in court.
And I’m taking the kids.
Best,
Every single person who just wanted to get coffee in South Pas but had to go through emotional trauma to get there
You busted sons of bitches. You do not deserve to be graced with me and my dented, scraped up car. You are dirty, you are always morbidly covered in carnage -- broken pieces of cars, and most importantly you have the exact same energy as a Scorpio rising and a Leo Moon. Why are you so necessary, so conveniently located? Why do I have to work so hard for you? It is 7 AM and all I desperately need is a green tea smoothie in my system, but you are forcing me to confront my own mortality. You are so stupid. You are old. You aren’t even meant to be in this century. You are meant exclusively for horse drawn carriages, unicycles, and those baby trains at Descanso gardens.
But not only are you old, you are short. I hate you. See you in court.
And I’m taking the kids.
Best,
Every single person who just wanted to get coffee in South Pas but had to go through emotional trauma to get there