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due to various things going on in my life right now, i've stopped biking and begun riding the bus again for the first time in months. it's amazing how much the mood is different on the bus. it just feels darker.

people I saw on the bus today.

two women with obscenely long nails. the shortest nails were at least four inches long. i wonder if she's a stenographer.

a vietnamese guy who, given the option of a lot of empty seats, sat right next to me and started muttering to himself in vietnamese, then talking to me in a thick accent, proceeding to say he was from portland.

three girls in a row from the nearby college. one was japanese wearing an anime/schoolgirl outfit with high heeled mary janes. the other two were blonde. one was wearing a peacoat that was blue with red lapels and buttons and curly hair that was out of control. the other had long straight hair that went down past her graduated water bottle, but not quite to her pleated skirt that left about seven inches of fishnets vicible before her knee-high black docs started.

all trendy as hell, but damn.

the highlight was the fifteen year old punk as fuck couple whom were also too drunk to fuck. they tried to stand still, looking up at the monitor and read it, but just succeeded in wavering larger and larger circles until almost falling over.

then there was a crash. distinctly a broken bottle. the immediately scent afterward was distinctly rum.

now that makes a fun ride home. i can't wait to get the rest of my supplies so that I can start biking to work in the rain again without showing up with my back soaked.

with water, not rum.