they were calling for snow this morning (accurately, even — it’s snowing now) so i decided to take public transit instead of driving. the relatively cute guy who sat next to me on the bus kept looking over at me. i, of course, kept my eyes firmly planted on my book, not daring to look up until he’d gotten off the bus and i could safely gawk at him from behind the window. the man who sat in front of me on the train smelled fresh and almost sweet. the old, skanky skateborder who got on a couple of stops later smelled rotten, literally. the guy sitting accross from me was writing lists: “what means the most to me?” and “what do i want in ten years?” family means the most to him, by the way.
as a consequence, i got to work late. my boss drove in when i was about a hundred feet from the door. i was hoping i could sneak in before he’d gotten here. now i won’t be able to sneak out with dad at three-thirty. well, at least i got a nice, brisk walk in this morning.
i’m not sure. i should have asked him.
he’s a geek. that’s all the prompting he needed. i mean, who the hell needs family?
change your name to bitterman, scott. you’re too bitter to be dead. :)
:P~~~~~~
so what? you got a frekkin’ problem wid dat?
hey, better watch that attitude, mister. i’m bigger than you.
what? i say agian… WHAT?
I’m sensing that bitterman’s in need of a good swift ass kickin’, clever little minx style. bring it on, brotha, bring…it…ON.
oh yeah… you’re all tough now… wait until my dad comes over there and kicks your dad’s ass!