Perfect Strangers at 8:30 PM
Who's The Boss from 9:00 - 10:00 PM
The Wonder Years from 10:00 - 11:00 PM
Now if only they had the Facts of Life or Family Ties....
10.02.2007
Semi Late Night TV
I have fallen for ION Television. They take me back to the 80s with a nifty little weekday evening line up...
Perfect Strangers at 8:30 PM
Who's The Boss from 9:00 - 10:00 PM
The Wonder Years from 10:00 - 11:00 PM
Now if only they had the Facts of Life or Family Ties....
Perfect Strangers at 8:30 PM
Who's The Boss from 9:00 - 10:00 PM
The Wonder Years from 10:00 - 11:00 PM
Now if only they had the Facts of Life or Family Ties....
9.28.2007
Recycling Old Business Cards
So today is my last day at my current job and for the first time ever I got business cards at this job. Probably handed out 5 and now have nothing to do with the old ones (except maybe recycle them). But I can't believe that there is nothing crafty to do with them!?!? But so far my google search has been discouraging...
STRIKE 1
Business Card Origami
STRIKE 2
Make paper airplanes or donate them to collectors
STRIKE 3
Become the biggest geek in the world and become a devoted math lover
Alas, I think I will tug them home and let them cozy up to the piles of crap I already have while I wait for some kind of inspiration. Got any ideas?
STRIKE 1
Business Card Origami
STRIKE 2
Make paper airplanes or donate them to collectors
STRIKE 3
Become the biggest geek in the world and become a devoted math lover
Alas, I think I will tug them home and let them cozy up to the piles of crap I already have while I wait for some kind of inspiration. Got any ideas?
Human Flipbook
Commercial for a sandwich shop
The Making of the Commercial
Although it doesn't leave me hungering for a sandwhich it does leave me wondering where those close-ups were of him being sans shirt for those 17 girls....
The Making of the Commercial
Although it doesn't leave me hungering for a sandwhich it does leave me wondering where those close-ups were of him being sans shirt for those 17 girls....
6.22.2007
He was fired
So now I am starting to understand the bizarre ending of Grey's Anatomy this past season. Isiah Washington aka Burke was fired from the show for his gay slurs towards T.R. Knight. I guess that was the only way to handle it on the show's ending - have a calm and collect brilliant world reknown surgeon mysteriously disappear and leave his bride at the alter and manage to box up his apartment before she can get out of her dress. Sure, thats the best way to make a character leave the show.... eh, at least Addison is gone.
Read the Story
But this doesn't really make me any happier since the least of my bitterness about the season finale was Christina and Burke. My main beef is still with McDreamy and Grey. And then the crap they are pullin with Izzy and O'Malley is ridiculous. How can the writing have gotten so out of hand all of a sudden? Did they hire ex-writers from Melrose Place who wrote Michael Mancini's character?
Read the Story
But this doesn't really make me any happier since the least of my bitterness about the season finale was Christina and Burke. My main beef is still with McDreamy and Grey. And then the crap they are pullin with Izzy and O'Malley is ridiculous. How can the writing have gotten so out of hand all of a sudden? Did they hire ex-writers from Melrose Place who wrote Michael Mancini's character?
6.21.2007
My love/hate relationship with John
I have been reading “Don’t You Forget About Me – Contemporary Writers on the films by John Hughes” and I am sucked back into the la la land of my 80s obsession. Most of the essays are decent – bringing up valid points of reality that I let slide; some are repetitive – giving me a play by play sequence of every scene, every word spoken, every blink of every character; and then there are life stories – often giving way to too long of a tangent about the personal suckage of another’s life and how it correlates to Ferris.
Let’s face it we all (ahem, Kim) have seen many of John’s films (Yes, I am pretending to be on a first name basis with the lord of all things 80s) – Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, Some Kind of Wonderful, The Breakfast Club and Pretty in Pink. All of which are phenomenal films of the 80s (minus of course such beauts as Say Anything, Better off Dead, Fast Times, Heathers, Can’t Buy Me Love…..) And I would say most of us (those my age or a bit older) carry a certain nostalgia for these characters. And even though I know I am not the only one who cares aka obsessed with the likes of all things John (during his 80s livelihood), I kind of feel like I am the only person who truly values this era. Obviously this is absurd, which is well noted by the novel of fans that I am currently reading but even still….Its like knowing that there is this whole culture of people who heart The Brat Pack makes it somehow even more special and becomes my own piece of something – something that I can’t quite wrap up in words – that something when Jake Ryan is waiting outside the church, that something when Duckie does his famous dance, that something when Allison makes snow with her dandruff….that emotion I get when I hear “Don’t You Forget About Me” on the radio or when I saw The Psychedelic Furs sing “Pretty In Pink”…it all means something to me
The Molly Ringwald Trilogy had an effect on me and I don’t know why or how exactly. Yes, I was born in 1981 but I technically grew up in the 90s. The Breakfast Club premiered in 1985 when I was 4 years old, long before I could relate to its characters. I am assuming I was subconsciously placed under the spell of John’s brilliance as a toddler by growing up among aunts who were 10 years my senior – who were creating their high school memories. After all, it was my aunt Chrissy who gave me my first Ramones cassette after letting me watch Rock ‘n Roll High School with her and whose bedroom wall was plastered with a Can’t Buy Me Love poster.
Either way I have what I now call a love/hate relationship with John. Growing up and watching such loves as The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles in my pre-teen days gave me some high expectations of what high school was to be like a few years down the road. I knew it wasn’t going to be fabulous – I wasn’t rich, wasn’t going to be a cheerleader and had no athletic or science skills – but it was going to be a time in my life where things were going to happen. Cool things. Or so I fantasized.
First off, physically, based on all John’s films, I thought all high schools were multi-story indoor buildings. This was not the case with my high school which was a one story flat square of concrete in which the bulk of it wasn’t enclosed. On top of the building facility being not at all what I expected (even though I had driven by the place several times in my childhood and knew what it looked like) it was also on a “moat” which was surrounded by giant sewer drains (we were after all the Vikings). What happened to the hallways that I could run through while escaping my principal? What about the double tall library with the statue? How about the hallway where I tell my ex he is an asshole in front of everyone?
Secondly, I didn’t fall into any category. I wasn’t a princess, a criminal, an athlete, a basket case or a brain. I was a nobody. So where did that leave me? I wasn’t poor enough to be Andie and dress in handmade clothing (yet it seems like she wore vintage ensemble which was way too expensive to get my hands on in Orange County). My yearly school clothes allowance was a whomping $200 which was enough to get me a paid of converse, 2 pairs of pants and 5 t-shirts. Enough clothes for a weeks worth of wardrobe – just fashionable to blend in with the walls. I attempted to raid my grandma’s closet of her old 70s tie front polyester tops but my family and few friends thought I was “weird” which shamed me from wearing them again. Rather blend in then stand out in the wrong way (which now I wish I hadn’t done because ever since I have secretly yearned to be more outgoing in my wardrobe but always have this reluctance about it…funny how we hold onto things from our youth).
I did have one brief Samantha Baker moment. I must emphasize moment because I don’t think I ever even got more than 5 feet from him during the whole whirlwind of this so-called moment. In sum, I had a major crush on this hot/popular/rich/water polo stud since freshman year. Turns out he had a girl ask me for my phone number but due to babysitting duties aka slave work of my parents, each time he called me I couldn’t talk to him. He thought it was an excuse but really it was just too hard to have one kid on my hip, another in the swing and manage a phone conversation all googley eyed at the same time. He gave me one last chance by asking me to sign his yearbook. I didn’t know what to say so I whoosed out and said “have a great summer”. After I gave him back his yearbook he quickly flipped to the page I wrote in and seemed a bit disappointed. I so pulled a Sam with that move – walking away when Jake says hi to her. But I was nervous and scared and completely out of my element with this guy. He was popular and I had never dated a boy. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he was interested in me. I mean he went on family vacations to Europe while I spent my summers cleaning up baby spit up and dirty diapers. But the all time real reason I chickened out was because I was terrified of losing my virginity – my lips virginity that is. I had never kissed a boy and I was terrified of doing it for lack of experience. My crush had to have kissed girls before and if as the story goes, crushes lead to dating which leads to kissing and I was already running a way from third base prior to even getting up to bat. I was already having a hard time practicing on my hand (c’mon, we all did it) and I wasn’t about to practice on my girlfriends like some of the other girls I knew did. Eww, gross! (This of course was at the age of 13 –now its sexy and fun after a few drinks).
Needless to say, except for my sad moment as Samantha (which of course is her character’s most pathetic yet realistic moment) my high school experience was nothing like Molly Ringwald’s. Leaving me resentful of John’s films and the deceiving perceptions of what my teen years were supposed to be like. Of course resentment can’t hold up to the power of love (yes, that’s a Back to the Future reference) and so it fades leaving me to OD on nostalgia ala Iona style. ODing on the nostalgia that never was, still secretly hoping that something will happen someday…
Let’s face it we all (ahem, Kim) have seen many of John’s films (Yes, I am pretending to be on a first name basis with the lord of all things 80s) – Ferris Bueller's Day Off, Sixteen Candles, Weird Science, Some Kind of Wonderful, The Breakfast Club and Pretty in Pink. All of which are phenomenal films of the 80s (minus of course such beauts as Say Anything, Better off Dead, Fast Times, Heathers, Can’t Buy Me Love…..) And I would say most of us (those my age or a bit older) carry a certain nostalgia for these characters. And even though I know I am not the only one who cares aka obsessed with the likes of all things John (during his 80s livelihood), I kind of feel like I am the only person who truly values this era. Obviously this is absurd, which is well noted by the novel of fans that I am currently reading but even still….Its like knowing that there is this whole culture of people who heart The Brat Pack makes it somehow even more special and becomes my own piece of something – something that I can’t quite wrap up in words – that something when Jake Ryan is waiting outside the church, that something when Duckie does his famous dance, that something when Allison makes snow with her dandruff….that emotion I get when I hear “Don’t You Forget About Me” on the radio or when I saw The Psychedelic Furs sing “Pretty In Pink”…it all means something to me
The Molly Ringwald Trilogy had an effect on me and I don’t know why or how exactly. Yes, I was born in 1981 but I technically grew up in the 90s. The Breakfast Club premiered in 1985 when I was 4 years old, long before I could relate to its characters. I am assuming I was subconsciously placed under the spell of John’s brilliance as a toddler by growing up among aunts who were 10 years my senior – who were creating their high school memories. After all, it was my aunt Chrissy who gave me my first Ramones cassette after letting me watch Rock ‘n Roll High School with her and whose bedroom wall was plastered with a Can’t Buy Me Love poster.
Either way I have what I now call a love/hate relationship with John. Growing up and watching such loves as The Breakfast Club, Pretty in Pink and Sixteen Candles in my pre-teen days gave me some high expectations of what high school was to be like a few years down the road. I knew it wasn’t going to be fabulous – I wasn’t rich, wasn’t going to be a cheerleader and had no athletic or science skills – but it was going to be a time in my life where things were going to happen. Cool things. Or so I fantasized.
First off, physically, based on all John’s films, I thought all high schools were multi-story indoor buildings. This was not the case with my high school which was a one story flat square of concrete in which the bulk of it wasn’t enclosed. On top of the building facility being not at all what I expected (even though I had driven by the place several times in my childhood and knew what it looked like) it was also on a “moat” which was surrounded by giant sewer drains (we were after all the Vikings). What happened to the hallways that I could run through while escaping my principal? What about the double tall library with the statue? How about the hallway where I tell my ex he is an asshole in front of everyone?
Secondly, I didn’t fall into any category. I wasn’t a princess, a criminal, an athlete, a basket case or a brain. I was a nobody. So where did that leave me? I wasn’t poor enough to be Andie and dress in handmade clothing (yet it seems like she wore vintage ensemble which was way too expensive to get my hands on in Orange County). My yearly school clothes allowance was a whomping $200 which was enough to get me a paid of converse, 2 pairs of pants and 5 t-shirts. Enough clothes for a weeks worth of wardrobe – just fashionable to blend in with the walls. I attempted to raid my grandma’s closet of her old 70s tie front polyester tops but my family and few friends thought I was “weird” which shamed me from wearing them again. Rather blend in then stand out in the wrong way (which now I wish I hadn’t done because ever since I have secretly yearned to be more outgoing in my wardrobe but always have this reluctance about it…funny how we hold onto things from our youth).
I did have one brief Samantha Baker moment. I must emphasize moment because I don’t think I ever even got more than 5 feet from him during the whole whirlwind of this so-called moment. In sum, I had a major crush on this hot/popular/rich/water polo stud since freshman year. Turns out he had a girl ask me for my phone number but due to babysitting duties aka slave work of my parents, each time he called me I couldn’t talk to him. He thought it was an excuse but really it was just too hard to have one kid on my hip, another in the swing and manage a phone conversation all googley eyed at the same time. He gave me one last chance by asking me to sign his yearbook. I didn’t know what to say so I whoosed out and said “have a great summer”. After I gave him back his yearbook he quickly flipped to the page I wrote in and seemed a bit disappointed. I so pulled a Sam with that move – walking away when Jake says hi to her. But I was nervous and scared and completely out of my element with this guy. He was popular and I had never dated a boy. I had a hard time wrapping my head around the fact that he was interested in me. I mean he went on family vacations to Europe while I spent my summers cleaning up baby spit up and dirty diapers. But the all time real reason I chickened out was because I was terrified of losing my virginity – my lips virginity that is. I had never kissed a boy and I was terrified of doing it for lack of experience. My crush had to have kissed girls before and if as the story goes, crushes lead to dating which leads to kissing and I was already running a way from third base prior to even getting up to bat. I was already having a hard time practicing on my hand (c’mon, we all did it) and I wasn’t about to practice on my girlfriends like some of the other girls I knew did. Eww, gross! (This of course was at the age of 13 –now its sexy and fun after a few drinks).
Needless to say, except for my sad moment as Samantha (which of course is her character’s most pathetic yet realistic moment) my high school experience was nothing like Molly Ringwald’s. Leaving me resentful of John’s films and the deceiving perceptions of what my teen years were supposed to be like. Of course resentment can’t hold up to the power of love (yes, that’s a Back to the Future reference) and so it fades leaving me to OD on nostalgia ala Iona style. ODing on the nostalgia that never was, still secretly hoping that something will happen someday…
6.02.2007
6.01.2007
Another Miranda
I am still amazed at how Seattle rocks...though this is happening globally but I never heard about it until I moved here....
How cool is that? A worldwide screening of Serenity every year to help Joss Whedon's favorite charity? Plus, there is a raffle to win tons of cool stuff, there will be singing, and more! But, I will have to say the showing of Once More With Feeling in a movie theatre way out does this (though neither have occured yet, but I am guessing thats how its going to go down). Anyways, buy your tickets now at Can't Stop the Serenity!! Its only a few weeks away!
I too wear masks
My eyes were captured while flippin through the new Bust magazine by this new artist Hanna Liden whose photos have an eerie exposed vibe that seems to capture nature and humanity in a twisted yet truthful way. I like it....
Me, you and a cool website
So if you haven't heard or seen Me and You and Everyone We Know yet, you must rent it NOW! Its an excellent movie that is written, directed and starring Miranda July.
Anyways, I noticed in the local paper The Stranger that she was going to be reading an excerpt out of her new book, "No One Belongs Here More Than You" at Neumos. I kinda wanted to go and somehow let it totally slip my mind and now she won't be back in town until Bumbershoot (so I have heard online) which sorta sucks cause Bumbershoot costs money and is a huge huge event (that I have never been to and would like to go to) and Neumos was free and intimate...alas...whatever.
Anyways, the article was good and now I have amazoned her book and found myself checking out her really cool blog today. Seriously, if you check it out you will obviously know what I am talking about.
Anyways, I noticed in the local paper The Stranger that she was going to be reading an excerpt out of her new book, "No One Belongs Here More Than You" at Neumos. I kinda wanted to go and somehow let it totally slip my mind and now she won't be back in town until Bumbershoot (so I have heard online) which sorta sucks cause Bumbershoot costs money and is a huge huge event (that I have never been to and would like to go to) and Neumos was free and intimate...alas...whatever.
Anyways, the article was good and now I have amazoned her book and found myself checking out her really cool blog today. Seriously, if you check it out you will obviously know what I am talking about.
Leethal made me the goose
I got tagged by Lee the other day. I think this is my first tag for my bloggy blog. Whoo hoo! Anywho, here are 7 random shindizzles about me that you may or may not know already...
1) When I hear about something painful, like someone describing a white knuckle doctor visit, it makes my feet hurt...
2) I am horrible at calling people back, e-mailing back, etc....basically if its not something with a short one line e-mail or a quick hi/bye call I tend to delay on getting back to you. *gulps* sorry...
3) I become obsessed with things but never "feed" the obession. Like for example, I love all things crafty but am not very skilled in anything in particular. Example #1 - So I have tubs and tubs and tubs of yarn and gazillions of needles and knitting patterns but would consider myself an advanced beginner... Example #2 - I have like 15 cameras, mainly cheap-o funky thing-a-ma-bobs and like 5 old polariods I got from goodwill, a tripod, a shutter thingy, film, slide scanner, like 5 camera bags and I don't even know how to take photos other than what the camera tells me to do and why I don't even know....
4) I don't like eating brown M&Ms. They taste more chocolatey to me (I'm not a choco fan). And if I eat M&Ms they can't be plain. I mean I will have one every once in a blue moon but I prefer peanut M&Ms.
5) I can smell my feet right now....
6) I don't drink water. Like never. Seriously.
7) I like to end my sentences with .... (if you hadn't noticed)....
Now I get to tag 7 more peeps but who? Not too many people have blogs and/or want to do these silly things but here is the list...Pinchers, Squid, Kim-o-wave, Teo the Duckman, Wes, Messlie, and you!
1) When I hear about something painful, like someone describing a white knuckle doctor visit, it makes my feet hurt...
2) I am horrible at calling people back, e-mailing back, etc....basically if its not something with a short one line e-mail or a quick hi/bye call I tend to delay on getting back to you. *gulps* sorry...
3) I become obsessed with things but never "feed" the obession. Like for example, I love all things crafty but am not very skilled in anything in particular. Example #1 - So I have tubs and tubs and tubs of yarn and gazillions of needles and knitting patterns but would consider myself an advanced beginner... Example #2 - I have like 15 cameras, mainly cheap-o funky thing-a-ma-bobs and like 5 old polariods I got from goodwill, a tripod, a shutter thingy, film, slide scanner, like 5 camera bags and I don't even know how to take photos other than what the camera tells me to do and why I don't even know....
4) I don't like eating brown M&Ms. They taste more chocolatey to me (I'm not a choco fan). And if I eat M&Ms they can't be plain. I mean I will have one every once in a blue moon but I prefer peanut M&Ms.
5) I can smell my feet right now....
6) I don't drink water. Like never. Seriously.
7) I like to end my sentences with .... (if you hadn't noticed)....
Now I get to tag 7 more peeps but who? Not too many people have blogs and/or want to do these silly things but here is the list...Pinchers, Squid, Kim-o-wave, Teo the Duckman, Wes, Messlie, and you!
Hearting Seattle somemore....
I have been thinking for awhile, "gee, I should start blogging about my bus rides home" but somehow never get around to it. Probably due to the fact that I despise being online at home. But I think today will be my start....
So I was taking the 49 home from the Neptune Theatre back to Capitol Hill and was amusing myself by observing my fellow bus waiters. I noticed this girl walk by twice - in the same direction. Curious was I at this being that already she looked a bit young and headed in the "wrong direction" if you know what I mean. Hard to explain, I know. I am HORRIBLE at explaining how I perceive people. There are no words for my feel/thoughts/vibe that consume when I observe someone for the first time. So next thing you know she come back in the opposite direction for once with a guy like 10 years older than her and instantly what I had perceived of her was verified by their lack of .... *searching*... I don't know, they reminded me of tweakers and drinkers....though I am not clarifying them as that at all...
Then there was the homeless couple digging in the newstands for I dunno what smokin a hand rolled cig and debating on what bus to take. They were obviously homeless though not stinky (that I could tell from 2 feet away) and the man seemed to still be "with it" if you know what I mean.....
So I step on the bus and everyone is grabbing a seat in the front section so I start heading in back and I noticed that the only people back there was the "tweaker" couple. Now, I don't get too many "bad" vibes about people - like seriously bad vibes and they didn't seem like they were dangerous, just I didn't want to sit back there for some reason. And no, I wasn't scared. It was just odd that I lingered towards the crowded front when I always choose to sit in areas where there are less people....
So I am sitting on the bus and I notice the homeless couple are at the front and I am looking at the guy and it hits me that he is almost a relica of Charles Fucking Manson! Seriously! He had this wild longer hair and beard and he kept turning around and looking about the bus with his eyes wide enough so that the whites showed all around the irises (which was making it really hard for me to stare at him without him catching me). And I could tell that he hadn't lost his mind yet being on the streets and I could tell that there was enough sense in him and a twinge of anger that he potentially could explode at someone treating him like a filthy bum.....but after a few stops they exited leaving me to ponder the world outside....until....
the bus stops and some punk guy who looks similar to someone I thought I had just saw gets on and is paying his fare when I hear someone call for the bus driver to open the back door and then the punk guy looks up behind me and then runs out the bus to catch the person getting off the bus. That person turns out to be the "tweaker" couple who are now running in and out of the back door of the bus. Next thing I know all 3 of them are on the bus and words are being exchanged. The bus driver keeps shouting for them to get off the bus and the punk guy is saying he wants to speak to the tweaker girl who starts crying and holding her hands up to her face saying she can't take this and the tweaker dude is telling him he'll fight the other guy anyplace anytime and I meanwhile, I am thinking oh shit, there is going to be a fight on the bus! Holy fuck, its like a fucking movie - Adventures in Babysitting but instead of a subway on the bus - but finally the punk guy gets off the bus and we continue on our route still with tweaker couple on the bus. Meanwhile I am thinking how much of a pussy tweaker dude is to say he'll fight this guy whenever wherever and he wouldn't get off the bus to do it. Woose!
Needless to say this is not on an entirely regular basis but it keeps it interesting. I recall a time over hearing a girl on a bus ride telling her friend how I fight broke out on a crowded bus and she got blood splattered on her. Ewwww!
So who wants to move to Seattle with me and share in some bus experiances?
So I was taking the 49 home from the Neptune Theatre back to Capitol Hill and was amusing myself by observing my fellow bus waiters. I noticed this girl walk by twice - in the same direction. Curious was I at this being that already she looked a bit young and headed in the "wrong direction" if you know what I mean. Hard to explain, I know. I am HORRIBLE at explaining how I perceive people. There are no words for my feel/thoughts/vibe that consume when I observe someone for the first time. So next thing you know she come back in the opposite direction for once with a guy like 10 years older than her and instantly what I had perceived of her was verified by their lack of .... *searching*... I don't know, they reminded me of tweakers and drinkers....though I am not clarifying them as that at all...
Then there was the homeless couple digging in the newstands for I dunno what smokin a hand rolled cig and debating on what bus to take. They were obviously homeless though not stinky (that I could tell from 2 feet away) and the man seemed to still be "with it" if you know what I mean.....
So I step on the bus and everyone is grabbing a seat in the front section so I start heading in back and I noticed that the only people back there was the "tweaker" couple. Now, I don't get too many "bad" vibes about people - like seriously bad vibes and they didn't seem like they were dangerous, just I didn't want to sit back there for some reason. And no, I wasn't scared. It was just odd that I lingered towards the crowded front when I always choose to sit in areas where there are less people....
So I am sitting on the bus and I notice the homeless couple are at the front and I am looking at the guy and it hits me that he is almost a relica of Charles Fucking Manson! Seriously! He had this wild longer hair and beard and he kept turning around and looking about the bus with his eyes wide enough so that the whites showed all around the irises (which was making it really hard for me to stare at him without him catching me). And I could tell that he hadn't lost his mind yet being on the streets and I could tell that there was enough sense in him and a twinge of anger that he potentially could explode at someone treating him like a filthy bum.....but after a few stops they exited leaving me to ponder the world outside....until....
the bus stops and some punk guy who looks similar to someone I thought I had just saw gets on and is paying his fare when I hear someone call for the bus driver to open the back door and then the punk guy looks up behind me and then runs out the bus to catch the person getting off the bus. That person turns out to be the "tweaker" couple who are now running in and out of the back door of the bus. Next thing I know all 3 of them are on the bus and words are being exchanged. The bus driver keeps shouting for them to get off the bus and the punk guy is saying he wants to speak to the tweaker girl who starts crying and holding her hands up to her face saying she can't take this and the tweaker dude is telling him he'll fight the other guy anyplace anytime and I meanwhile, I am thinking oh shit, there is going to be a fight on the bus! Holy fuck, its like a fucking movie - Adventures in Babysitting but instead of a subway on the bus - but finally the punk guy gets off the bus and we continue on our route still with tweaker couple on the bus. Meanwhile I am thinking how much of a pussy tweaker dude is to say he'll fight this guy whenever wherever and he wouldn't get off the bus to do it. Woose!
Needless to say this is not on an entirely regular basis but it keeps it interesting. I recall a time over hearing a girl on a bus ride telling her friend how I fight broke out on a crowded bus and she got blood splattered on her. Ewwww!
So who wants to move to Seattle with me and share in some bus experiances?
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