Friday, April 4, 2008
Not that I'm stalking you or anything, but...
this guy was pretty sexy. He got off at Addison. But I know he was leaving so he could run home and write in his diary about how cute *I* was.... I know, right????????
a somewhat snarky, sometimes cranky, borderline stalker-y view of the world from my seat on the bus. No offense meant to anyone.. all of these stories are just made up. I really know nothing about you. And I care even less. I love watching the urbanites as they do their daily dance along the train tracks and bus routes...They make me happy. And sleepy.