Real adventures from another point of view.
"Dear Diary,
Still smell like rancid, fried onions. Still practicing not washing my feet. Hooray, I can't smell myself, right? Today after stinking up Denver (or so I'm told), I decided to ride the express bus home.
I wanted to sit in the back because there's usually more room on the back bench, and yes, only four people were on it! Hooray, right? There was a cranky-looking girl in the middle with longish red hair and she could scoot over by the guy with the laptop. She seemed hesitant to share the bench and once the bus started, my boobs aiming right for her head convinced her to scoot it, right?
Love the express bus because you ride for like 20 miles without a stop. So cranky girl was smooshed up against laptop guy. She was covering her nose by pretending to rest her face on her fist, but I could tell. Onions and stinky feet, right Diary? But then she started rocking a bit from side to side, like she didn't want to be by laptop guy but I wasn't a better alternative. Get this, Diary, it turns out laptop guy was watching PORN on the bus!! Ha, ha cranky girl, right?!
I would occasionally adjust myself and wiggle around and send up a cloud of stink just for fun. Cranky girl closed her eyes and turned up her iPod REALLY LOUD. It sounded like modest mouse or something. She kept making noises like she wanted to say something, but then would clear her throat. I've never seen anyone dart up the bus aisle once the stop came. She tripped over three people, right?
Man, Diary, what a day! I think I'll have some more onion rings for dinner, right?"
An Erinku:
gasping
fresh air
loud music
LOVE the bus
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