So I woke up at 1pm, unwilling to go to work, but obvs.. I had to.
So I’m walking to the bus stop and the street light turns red. So I wait. And what do you know, the bus is coming. The damn light is taking too long so I’m freaking my ass off because I’m already late. The light changes and I run to the bus and get on. I’m panting as I move down the bus to the seats in the back. THE BUS IS NOT MOVING. It waited for 15 minutes before it started moving. There I am sitting realizing I didn’t have to run.
Finally the bus starts moving. I’m going down Broadway and a police car passes with its sirens on. Then boom. Collision. Some stupid driver doesn’t stop for the po po and they are in the way, so they get hit by the police car. Everyone is staring out the windows in awe and there I am like:
Ugh, so I finally get to work, 20 minutes late. A few minutes pass and a customer comes in. I greet them as ask if I can help, they say yes…They take the longest time making a decision and there I am waiting like:
The customer finally makes their decision and I leave like:
Work finishes at 9 and I start to bus home. I’m on the bus, blasting my music. In my head I’m like:
and all I really want to do is:
I’m nearing my stop when this really cute guy gets on the bus. So I stop doing what I’m doing and I’m like:
Boy was he a looker:
So I get home and I take a shower, go to my room and change and instead of blow drying my hair I just do