It was a hell of a morning
Woke up late, train was running 17 minutes late, so I hopped on a #6 bus, where a woman was very loudly berating her boyfriend via cellular phone for losing all of her make-up. I sat down next to an grizzly-looking old man who promptly made allusions that the cell phone berater wasn’t speaking english, even though she was, she just happened to be black. Once the bus hit Market st., this hunky-jesus-lookin’ guy got on who was wearing a plaid jacket unzipped to a bare chest, a pair of shorts, and one leg. Rode the bus to 5th street just in time to miss the next #30 going to SOMA. I finally get into work late, and now I have to do WORK on the internet instead of just getting drunk with it.
Like I said, a hell of a morning.
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