Things We Say:
I am tired--woman
You're tired?--man
I stayed in Ana's room for 2 hours last night.--woman
Wow. A whole two hours. I am sure that killed you--me in my head
I passed out with my head slouched against the wall. Maybe that's why my back hurts.--woman
maybe it's the insane amount of weight you carry because you are so fat--me again in my head.
Blurb my brain:
So I am sitting on the bus, convinced I am going to die. The driver is driving safely, that's not the issue. It's that the fat family sitting next to me smells like baby puke, baby shit, and McDonald's. Not the good kind of McDonald's either, where it comes fresh and hot on the tray. These people smell like the grease bucket you have to empty into the waste can. Oh it's awful.
Bus buddy didn't ride the bus today. I saw a car similar to his drive past the bus stop, which makes me think maybe he is driving in to work. This does make me look like a stalker but it isn't the case.
Oh thank you Jesus they got off the bus.
Then this boy starts talking to me about being bad at relationships. Even said something about the moth and the flame. Then I did some shameless plugging for the blog and he said something about not doing facebook with people he isn't friends with. Lol.
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