The Bus

Completely dissapointed this morning. My usual muffin breakfast that I anticipated turned out covered in mold this morning. Yuck.

I went on a bike ride yesterday with my brother. We talked about living situations and I think I've come to the conclusion that what is best for me, physically and financially, is a one bedroom apartment. Even though it would be great to have an extra bedroom for arts and crafts, I don't need it right now. If I can make a studio work, I can make a 1 bedroom work.

There have been so many strange people on the bus lately. It makes me feel like a full moon is coming on. The lady talking about the gas that makes you sleep and when you sleep the people from the black lagoon carry you into the air and take your money was a classic. There was a super timid lady carrying a rosery in one hand and a bus pass in the other asking for 50 cents. Or how about the guy who looks like Milton from Office Space who talked to himself. I could never forget the guy with XVII in bright electric blue on his hat, and when he took his hat off he had the exact (exact meaning size, color, outline) tattooed on the back of his head in the same spot. Then there's the predictable creepy guy from bus 19, who sat next to me even though he already had a seat. He had a giant purple teddy bear one day. Oh, and not just the riders but the drivers, too. James, the 19 morning bus is cool, but the afternoon 19 is mean (19! Castelton!), asking for an ID to ride. I never rode a bus that needed ID as long as you had your pass.

I need to draw these people and make a book.