{ that doesn't bear your name. }

[delga]

I WAS RIGHT AT THE DOOR OF THE TRAIN. AT THE DOOR. PUSHING THE BUTTON. I WAS ACTUALLY WAY ON TIME CONSIDERING THE FAILBOMB THAT WAS MY BUS DRIVER.

THE TRAIN DRIVER WAS TALKING TO THE RAIL GUY ON THE PLATFORM. HEAD OUT OF THE WINDOW. HE *SAW* ME THAT FUCKER.

& now I have to wait for the connect. Because it is going to be that kind of day.

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This post was going to be a charming reiterance of my tweets this morning - namely, cream in my eye, quaint story of commuter-camraderie with my not-neighbour. BUT FUCK THAT SHIT. DIAF.