so I went on a run just now and almost got attacked. I was running down my street, almost to my house, about to cross over the driveway for the dorm that’s right there. This guy is leaving and pulls right in front of me, but has to stop cause there is a car comming. Now he is so close that he obviously didn’t see me and almost ran me over, and to boot I’m running pretty hard. So as he’s about to pull off I smack into the side of his car. He pulls out, turns around tires smoking and pulls up next to me like it was my fault. Fucking asshole. anyways, I’m all like “so sorry, I couldn’t stop” and making out like I’m breathing super hard. Eventually he drives off but I’m so fucking pissed at him, like it’s my fault or something? goddamit. Anyways, back to your pretty pictures of cats…