They Will Come
My mom has this odd thing about her. Weird/crazy people flock to her for conversation and general interaction. We don't know why, but out of a large crowd of people, a single crazy person will go directly to my mom.
It seems as though such a trait is genetic.
A crazy guy kept talking to me at the bus stop today.
He was nice. i think he was about 38 years old. He was working at a paint company, also was going to school part-time working towards a Marketing Degree. Told me his whole life beginning two months ago when he got his new job. At least weird people that talk to me aren't dangerous. They're just a little cooky. (Is that how you spell it?) He offered me a hamburger fromaa brown paper bag. I lied to him, and said I wasn't hungry. Well, that wasn't a huge lie. It jsut so happened that at that very moment, I lost my appetite. Go figure.
We went our seperate ways when the bus came.
Ont the bus I was nearly crushed to death by a stupid fat guy. And don't question me on the "stupid" thing -- I heard him talk. He was stupid. Oh, and his fat girlfriend was stupid too. Haha. It was funny listening to them talk to the Neuroscientist that boarded the bus. Haha.... oh man, that man want so much to just leave the bus at that moment. Haha.
But back to the crushing -- the guy got up for some reason, and ploped back down... on my leg. He didn't even notice. And then he totally spread his legs out so that his thigh took up half my seat. Considering I was on the end, it was pretty uncomfortable. I put up with it only because the conversation he was trying to have with the Doctor/Scientist guy was entertaining me.
I painted something today. It feels done but incomplete. I don't know what I'm going to do with it. It needs a good sleeping on.
god, people are annoying. There was some sort of gun-shot kind of sounding noise, and then laughter, and then the noise again and then a drunk girl going "ahh! someone got shot!" in an annoying voice. You know, that overly high-pitched voice that drunk girls have. Whatever. If someone got shot, it's one less person contaminating this world, and at least an interesting EMS call for those on right now. Summers can be slow.

1 Comments:
you get used to the crazies after a while...
or you just learn to avoid them
...I didn't even know that LA had public transportation. ha.
lauraaa
2:13 PM
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