GHETTO BUBBLE BLOWER.Bus thoughts..Random ones at that. (note this is what I think in my head while I ride the bus. Nothing is censored.)
- Damn she looks like a sausage stuffed into that jacket.
- I wonder if I put on too much perfume. I hope I don't smell too much. I hate it when people bath in there perfume/Cologne. Its gross and makes me sick. I hope Im not one of those people today.
- HA, she didn't get her seat. Shes gonna freak. Why is she breathing so hard. She must of ran so that no one would take her seat. Ha sucks to be you.
-I wonder if hes married. He looks like a married man.
-Please don't sit next to me. Please keep walking. Please Please Please..... Yes!
-I am soo tired.I don't know why that guy keeps staring at me. Damn I must be looking good!
- Someone smells really bad. I wonder who it is. Ewww. I can't breath.
Every night I tell myself tomorrow will be the day I make contact with Alex. I will bump into him, I will say hello. I say this will be the day that something happens. A sign will be shown. A chance will appear. But everyday nothing.
So I decided tomorrow will not be the day I talk to Alex. I won't say hello, I won't bump into him.And he won't even look my way. The chance will not happen. the sign will not be there. Tomorrow will not be the day. Maybe I need some reverse psychology. Or maybe I need to give up to get my chance. Things always happen when you least expect them to. When your not looking. They surprise you. Well guess what Im ready to be surprised.
Ewww theres this women who takes my bus every morning. She's loud. She rants and raves about everything. Talks about her grandchildren like there Elstien and the President. She annoys me to no end. She has this raspy loud voice. And she laughs like some wild animal. Anyways. Two weeks ago she got her hair done at the hairdressers for a Christmas party. Now he was soo busy that he had to do her hair 4 days before her party. But I guess she was fine with that. She wore her hair in this fancy up-do for 4 days. Alright alittle gross, but I guess you gotta do what you gotta do. Anyways Monday rolls around and she comes waltzing on the bus with her hair still in this up-do. Well oh mine thats gross. Its now day 6. I have been keep track everyday and guess how many days she has gone without taking it out and with out washing it obviously.????!!! GUESSSSSS!!
15 DAYS! She hasn't washed her hair in 15 days. EWWWWW!!!Her hair is all matted , her bangs are stuck to her forehead. And honestly her once whiteish/ grey hair is now a brownish yellow color. Im soo grossed out!! Who doesn't wash there hair for 15 days!!!!!!!!!!!! Lets see how long this countdown goes on for.
3 comments:
What the, 15 days? That's a record! I can't live like that.
Haha! Funny how I have all these nasty thoughts about people I meet in the street! Well some of them are lustful thoughts directed towards gorgeous men ;-)
oh gross.....
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