Much better tonight than last night. Last night was the hell ride. We had a driver that went tearing through the first 20% of the ride. If there was only one person at the stop you basically had to jump on in motion. By the time we'd gotten halfway, the driver had no clue as to where she was on the time schedule. About 1 1/2 miles from my stop she decided that she was now waaay ahead of schedule and had to make a five minute rest at every stop to prevent being early.
I got off and walked.
But tonight, things are back to *ho hum* normal. Riding busses for some reason stirs something in me. And it's not nausia. Well, not usually. It lets me look at people. Real people. Weill, real city people. At least it's not the selection of perfect people you get on TV.
I mean...I love Buffy as much as the next addict...I'm trying to get home by 8pm as it is. Last new episode of the first block before reruns...don'tya know....But let's face it. We never had friends that looked like anyone on Buffy. Except maybe Jonathan and the other members of the doofus trio. (Read my lips Buffy fans...Little Bad...NOT the Big Bad. My money is still on Willow)
Hell, Willow was the closest to people I wnated to hang out with in School and she is still just too damned pretty to be real. And to all those out there that I care about, have dated, and the like. I'm not selling anyone short here. Because I don't go for looks alone, character emphasises looks a hundred fold.
This still sounds really bad. I think what I'm going for here is that the folks that look really pretty on TV are typically kinda blank inside....and this reduces their potential realness that makes someone really attractive.
But I waaaay digress. Then there are the people on the bus. Compared to the people I care about...most of these people are down rught scary. Granted, I'm probably a) Over generalizing and over stereotyping....and b) just as scary to them >:-)
My eyes droop for a momentart extended blink. I love when this happens. My brain dances the fine line between conscious and sub-conscious and sometimes un-conscious. Free-assoociation reigns and I have fun correspondances tha my brain puts together. Granted...as I climb the ladder back up to conciousness (often sudden) I lose most of what my brain has devised. :-b
Sunset Blvd and part three will be next....