Public transportation is never boring, is all i can say... since i was late for work on this -12C morning i hopped the subway and then getting on the bus, this well-dressed and clean gentleman started poking me in the arm and talking really loud, but nonsense stuff, i couldn't hear him much anyways thanks to my iPod... his smell gave him away so i didn't feel bad completely ignoring him. Sorry buddy but if you want to be friends with the 40-ouncer for breakfast, you ain't gonna be friends with many other people riding that bus and breathing through their mouths not to throw up! for fuck's sake, what is WRONG with people? is society that lonely and dysfunctional so early in the morning now? it was both sad and pathetic at the same time. nobody wanted to talk to this poor bastard who was trying so hard to get anyone to have a convo with him. no wonder you see people talking to mailboxes and parking meters.
OK so two days after painting, my back goes into spasms, can't move my head left or right or brush my teeth - bf had to rub my shoulders this morning just so i could get out of bed, groan. i'm sooo pathetically out of shape, it's embarassing. 3 hours of vigorous painting and this is what i'm left with. i can't wait for 6pm, blessed chiro with the warm ultrasound, stretches and gentle cracks. aaaaaaah. worth every penny! but in the meantime here i sit, suffering like a bitch. uughh.
I'm caught in a whirlwind.
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