im so incredibly over the whole train-riding experience which brings me to and from work. it's neither entertaining nor sanitary. im always stuck sitting next to a) businessmen who talk to themselves (a.k.a. talk on their bluetooth), b) homeless men with 300 newspapers and a papercup filled with cigarette butts and quarters or c) a group of 3 or more thugs who think the entire train wants to hear them talk about their plans for the 'club' while they drink from their 40's and "holla" at women.
just the other day on my way to work, i was attempting to catch a quick nap while sitting on the train. (i was sleep deprived as usual). suddenly i feel a body sit down next to me. i open my eyes to see a guy with a g-unit tshirt and about 8 gold chains around his neck sitting next to me. he also has aviator sunglasses with a (fake) diamond-encrusted "pimp" in the corner.
i close my eyes again. about 5 minutes go by without any sort of strangeness. and then i feel him leaning on me. i open my eyes. and sure enough, it appears as though he has decided to lounge on me. im not quite sure why he thought it would be cool to do so. but he did.
and of course im not going to say anything because im incapable of confrontation. so i allow him to lean on me, pinning me against the window. for another half hour. by the time i got to the airport, my right arm was asleep and he was snoring. i, on the other hand, was without sleep and incredibly crabby.
like i said. im over the train.
im also over jordin sparks. maybe if she never spoke again for the rest of her life, i could handle her music. i just dont understand how someone can be that obnoxious.
i feel bad for my blake. but i guess he'll still get a record deal. hopefully it will have tons of beat boxing on it. i'll listen to it every day and teach myself how to beat box. then i'll have beat boxing competitions in the subway station of my 'hood.' i'll invite the homeless guy who plays the wooden flute just to add some flavor. it will be a good time.
my mind is wandering and im thinking ridiculous thoughts. that means it's time for bed.
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