When my alarm went off at 4:20 this morning (!!!!) I was damn near homicidal when I heard those steady streams of heavy sleet pounding on my window. I looked outside to see the ground blanketed in white. I dropped an F bomb. More than once. I drove to the city with white knuckles, fish tailing twice before I even made it outside of my town. I ran through puddles of slush and lowered my head as the sleet stung my face. I winced as the truck barreled past and sprayed me with a wave of icy water, soaking me through my clothes. But then I laughed. I GET IT MOTHER, NATURE. HAPPY APRIL FOOL'S DAY. HA HA HA. GOOD ONE. NOW GIVE ME THE FUCKING SUMMER.
After my run, I decided to make a quick pit stop at the 24 hour 7-eleven to pick up some supplies. And this is what happens when you work with Bridget Horne.Tweet