... because I killed it.
I was sitting at the bus next to Sergio when a mom and her four year old daughter got on. mommy couldn't find any empty seats, so she leaned against the wall and held on to little precious pooopy between her bipod. I thought, "I should give her my seat," and did nothing. heading down 3rd Avenue, I realized how I really ought to give her my seat and still did nothing. Sergio mumbled, "Brian, you should give her your seat," because Sergio is Sergio, and Sergio would tell me to offer a lady my seat when he could just as easily do the same. I remumbled, "When we stop." So then we stopped, and a lady farther gave up her seat for the lady without a seat, as I sat there and looked and felt like a dumb shit.
story of my life.
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way to fucking go!
or maybe i should say, yea you did kill it.
i know it.
and also, let's pretend the word "back" comes after "farther" towards the end of the paragraph. I don't wanna bother with editing it.
goshhh go back to school
:x
ha haha. even I USED to give people my seat on the subway. i think you were just out of it. there is hope for you yet, curly boy.
i don't think you should take it easy. why, you ask? oh, because the same could be said of me with regards to your blog. ha ha ha. c'mon, stop trying to deny that we're best friends when it comes to blogspot.
ya. feel special.
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