ready? you sure? cuz this is gonna take a while.
more stories from the bus:
there was this guy sitting behind me who, i guess, kept seeing things, and kept pointing out (quite loudly) "THAT looks like a VAGINA!" he would do this repeatedly, but not consistently, so for a few minutes i would forget that he existed and then out of nowhere i'd hear, "THAT looks like a VAGINA!" i never got to see who he was because i was too scared to turn around.
on that same bus trip, these cool hipster indie kids who obviously thought they were the shit got on and kept huddling around one of the doors. the guy looked like this faggy little ass, but he had the deepest, gruffest voice, and i highly doubt that it real... i think he just wanted to pretend he was tom waits. i was sooooo onto him. then he did the dumbest thing - see, they were talking about pretty cool subjects like communism revival, but in a pretentious manner, like they were just flinging off these words and subjects as if they knew what they were talking about, but their conversations had no real content... then out of nowhere the raspy faggy guy says "i read a book on taoism, and yeah, lao-tzu is the master and blah blah". not only was this sentence completely void of content, he pronounced tao phonetically! what a fuckin ass. to be honest though, i guess i shouldn't blame him because a lot of people make that mistake and really it's the fault of the wades-giles translation system, which is based on french phonetics. but still, if he HAD actually read a book on taoism, then he would've found out its valid pronunciation. so i have reason to loathe his being. good. more and more i am starting to hate these pretentious wankers struttin' around like their shit don't stink. little do they know..
maybe it's time for me to snatch the title of bus blog, because i obviously have more interesting stories about it than tony could ever hope to dare.... who am i kidding, it's because he's got bigger and brighter things to blog about.
i did the interview at starbucks... the manager was really nice and i made her laugh a lot, and i actually subconsciously made fun of previous customers/work policies a lot more than i probably should have, but she still wanted to hire me. i was all ready to sign on when she told me i'd have to work 20 hours a week .... oh. that means with my current job i'd be working thirty. no thanks!
thank you sean for the awesome FONDUE!FONDUE!FONDUE! circle-jerk on saturday. i would blog about it more if you would only send me pictures... hmmm...
why do dom's neighbours always have to have wild sex when we're having relationship-threatening arguments? why does the girl have to have hour-long orgasms where she's continuously moaning? i bet she's faking it. at one point she screamed something like "not in my ass!" it's gotten to the point where dom will feel it necessary to mimic her quite loudly. at least that's amusing.
i should start studying for my witchcraft midterm tomorrow. and start those darned english assignments, ALSO due tommorrow. ah, shit.
