Curb Girl: what an urban-based accidental journalist accidentally thinks
when she's falling face-first on figurative pavement
Saturday, January 24, 2009
I'll tell you
The WTF neighbor is out there at 5:30 a.m scraping the metal snow shovel across her stupid back driveway for a quarter-inch inch of snow on a Saturday. Get a damn broom. Or a life. Or a something. Just drive!
Darn, darn, darn, darn. I'm so awake. Darn. Darn. Darn.