One Must Rant on One's Tumblog at Some Point...

To the packs of drunken, misogynist douchebags that stumble about the dim streets of downtown Manhattan around midnight, Even though you can barely stand straight and scarcely manage to slurr monosyllabic grunts, you still manage to ruin my night. If I ignore your catcalls and start walking faster, that means “stay away from me”, not “run after me and try to grab me.” I despise you and hope you choke on a pool of your own vomit. I’m certain this city (probably, the world) would be a better place without you in it. Extremely sincerely, Eve