This past Monday, Kai and I were on the bus and witnessed the most fill in the blank shit ever, for lack of a better descriptor. Seated across from us was a lady whom, we are going to refer to as Megan. Megan looked roughly around 34, could probably have been younger. But, from the looks of things, life had not dealt her the right … Continue reading Bus Chronicles: Rental Blues
Facebook will get you killed
How and why you ask? Well, if your relationship status is updated for the whole world(read-your friends, family and FOES ) to see in the eventuality it fizzles out, proper measures have to be taken and protocol followed, or risk the wrath of a woman scorned.
Cinderella is a mythical and magical story told to us about a young beautiful girl who slips on glass slippers at night and transforms into a princess….I think that’s how the story goes.
Changing bus routes can mean one of two things, a serious drought of good looking men or an exponential increase of crazies. At the moment, it seems these two are mutually inclusive of each other.
Like an epiphany, a song was put in my heart as I rode the bus today. There were no hotties at all today. Just a whole lot of wannabe gangsters and the usual sprinklings of crazies. So, going back to my American Idol moment, sitting across from me was this young lady about my age who inspired in me a different career pursuit in life, talent or not-singing. Why?
It was raining, I was moodless and had tons of errands to run. Basically, it was one of those IDGAF(idontgiveafack) days. Have you guys noted with concern as I have, that the world does not come to a major halt simply because you are having a bad day?
I’ve absolutely no idea what the hell bus chronicles should be about. To be honest, all I ever notice is fine brothers and crazed people. Should make for a very interesting reality show. Would ya’ll tune in?! Nyhoo, on to today’s episode.
It was around 9:00p.m. when I spotted him. Lawwd have mercy on his poor soul! He was going the opposite direction of where I was headed to, and guess what, I did a dramatic about turn. Yes, and followed him. I was at my favorite meeting point of psychos, intellectuals, rude mofos, all sorts and kinds of people.
The bus station!
“Yo shawwty warrr it do’! ‘Hey ma, wat it is’! ‘Damn, shawty u’z a dime’!
These are some of the lines I get from rough looking raggamuffins at the bus stop! First off, the terms shawtty, ma, dime, fine, lime and whatever else rhymes will get a big WTF and exaggerated eye roll. Let’s look at each line individually shall we.
I was on the bus AGAIN! I use public transportation as my mode of transport. It’s great, efficient and what’s more FREE! I had a basket of errands to run, an appointment to make, and woke up late.
This blogging job ain’t for sissies! We usually sleep at 5.a.m. in the morning. Let me save that for another day. So miss thang, in a hurry to make it happen today forgot about her appearance. Tank and jeans it was, hair combed in a muffled afro out the door I was! You get the picture.