Do you know what’s not funny? WIND! No not the gross kind you filthy animal! The crap that ruins my hair. Every time this crappy wind blows I have to check that i’m not bald (words stolen from Samantha from Sexy and the City).
What makes it even more inconvinent is that while the sun decides to blind me, the wind likes to turn my hair into a turban, making it even harder to dodge the chavs down Freeman Street.
Well I say chavs but I really mean drunken middle to ancient aged men. Who incidently like to shout “MORNING” (In the perviest tone possible) when its 12:45pm to innocent teenage girls, who are just trying to get home in the freaking mini hurricane we seem to be having. Ok I am exaggerating but that’s just how i feel about wind.
What makes it even more inconvinent is that while the sun decides to blind me, the wind likes to turn my hair into a turban, making it even harder to dodge the chavs down Freeman Street.
Well I say chavs but I really mean drunken middle to ancient aged men. Who incidently like to shout “MORNING” (In the perviest tone possible) when its 12:45pm to innocent teenage girls, who are just trying to get home in the freaking mini hurricane we seem to be having. Ok I am exaggerating but that’s just how i feel about wind.
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