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Wednesday, June 18th, 2003
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4:10p - I should have been a great many things
you know what? new rules need to be implemented for the bus, gadammit, and i think i am just the girl to do it. first and foremost: there need to be two sections on the bus, one for people like me and the second for people who smell stinky. and there should be a partition between the two. a thick partition. and an air filter. ooh, and seperate entrances. secondly, the ride free zone is fucking retarded. all it does is triple the amount of people getting on and off the bus in like a ten block area, which makes bus rides downtown that much more irritating. it should not take 15 minutes to go three fucking blocks, man. third: you CANNOT talk to the bus driver, goddammit! he/she needs to be concentrating and stuff and not humouring your stupid story about your dumb grandkids. i know that's already a rule, but it needs to be enforced. with beatings and lashings and spider bites and stuff. fourth: i know babies ride free and all that cal, but let's just say you're a new mom. you've got the baby. you've got a stroller. you've got a bag full of diapers and powder and baby stuff. and let's not forget that you just had a baby, so you're still packing the extra weight. now, we all appreciate the whole baby thing, but as long as your kid is riding free, maybe you could fork over an extra dollar for the 5 seats you're taking up. fifth: it is NOT okay for the bus to arrive EARLY. that is not okay and it never will be. late sucks, but it's nowhere near as bad as early. if the bus is early it must park its ass in front of the stop and wait. seven: no drinking on the bus, okay? if it's 8:00 in the morning and you already reek of beer, you shouldn't be downing another 40 out of a paper bag. and lastly: shut the fuck up on the bus. nobody cares about you and your silly crap.
i'm in a bad mood this morning. sorry. i should send these things out if all i'm going to do is complain.
heh. i wrote that with a straight face, even.
so, down at mr. fung's store (that's my building's the soda and candy store), they have a shelf of (more or less) fresh baked goods from some bakery in kent called "mostly muffins." pretty good stuff. very tasty cookies and breads and pastry-croissanty thingies. so ther other day, i realised that i've been going to mr. fung's store and getting stuff off of the mostly muffin's shelf and you know what i have never seen there? a single fucking muffin!
speaking of food, i'd like to mark an anniversary here: a year ago today, i ate all those chicken nuggets. remember that? i had to curl up under my desk and hold in the vomit? yeah. man, good times.
"you know for once i wish you'd support me..and now i realize that you were and i'm embarassed so i'm going to get back to the point..."
current mood: sore
current music: black heart procession
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