Oy. This whole posting every day thing is daunting. I quit. It takes the irreverence out of blogging. I'll blog when I like.
Speaking of irreverence. I had a really bad day of public transportation yesterday.
First, the bus driver asked me out. His name is Lee. I smiled and said that was really sweet, but no. But really. It was just awkward. Funny though, today I ran into him in a furniture store with his girlfriend. Hmph.
Then I got on the train, and there were three REALLY obnoxious guys who rode the entire way downtown next to me. A couple of guys threatened to kick their asses. I called them douchebags. They called me a bitch and a slut.
Then on the bus home, I was reading my book. It's a fairly silly book. Whatever, though. I read lots of deep and important and artistic books. Sometimes. I also read things that are silly. So anyway, there's a guy sitting next to me, and he's reading Oscar Wilde. But at some point out of nowhere he turns to me and asks me if I'm enjoying my book. I was kinda surprised that anyone would care enough to ask if someone liked a book. But he did. And I responded, a little too cheerily that yes I did like it. That it was silly. And eccentric. And irreverent. And then I flip the book over to show the back cover, and if, to add to my feeling of book inferiority, right there on the back cover, in quotes, a reviewer had said "Eccentric! Irreverent!"
Then, as I was getting off the bus, a guy tapped me on the shoulder and and asked for some change, because he was saving up to take the postal worker test. I gave him a dollar.