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Arg.
So there's this car full of these guys...they must have been...19, 20...somewhere around there. They see me and start yelling "hey! Hey! HEY! LOOK AT US!" and honking their horn.
So I turn away. What girl would want to give them the satisfaction of looking at them! Ew. They keep hollering and finally i just glance at them and they say, "yeeeeahhhh she looooked at us! wooooo!" But I don't know how they knew because the road I bike home on goes beside the highway, but not like you step from the highway right onto my road i go home on. There's a little bit of a distance between them. Anyways, then the highway got started again and they were gone, thankfully.
Then a Jamaican drove past on a tractor and blew me a kiss. I waved at him. Then Suze drove past me and i put my bike in the back of her car and she took me home. The end. My rides home are pretty thrilling, except for the...biking...part.
I think I'll add some pictures onto this. Just randomness ones.
~evk<3