2009-01-09, 9:38 a.m.
My diary is becoming all about my bus-riding adventures, it seems.
A laaaaady busdriver has become fond of chastising me and correcting me for… I don’t know… anything. Not swiping my card the right way. Trying to flag her down at a non-stop intersection. She likes to seem really disapproving. But if you ask her how she is, she responds with some kinda Christian-y answer, like “I’m blessed.” Or “God is good to me.”
So there’s that.
Oh, and last night some guy was talkin’ about Pacman Jones and I couldn’t understand what he was saying. I think he was talkin’ in The Ebonics.
And I finally got a CD walkman so I can listen to music when I ride da bus. But I sometimes forget to bring it and now that it’s wintertime don’t want too many things to juggle, along with my coat, backpack or NEW satchel, phone, headset for phone, bus pass, politically incorrect bottle of water, and umbrella. Ella. Ella. Ay-yay-yay-oh-oh. Yeah, that Rihannna song has been goin’ through my head A LOT these past couple of weeks with all the cold nasty long hard Yankee rain. No like it. The actual rain, not the Rihanna song. I still dig THAT.