But now my husband is looking after our nerdling, there's no reason for me to take the car. I have to take.... THE BUS!
It's horrible! I get car sick, so I can't read. It's too bumpy to write. The person next to me always sticks their elbows out. And this morning my Creative was out of battery. All I had left was my old phone and the ability to text my friends at ridiculous hours.
The bus goes forward.
Industrial wasteland - right.
Where is my music??I woke up my friend Greg, who retaliated in kind:
It is 8 AM.
Bad haiku makes my phone buzz.
Is Julia drunk?I couldn't let that go unavenged!
He lazes in bed,
and calls my haiku awful.
Public transport sucks.I also woke my sister Penny up. She was apparently dreaming of me in any event:
In the dream I just had, you married Godzilla and me and the rest of the world had to run away from your wedding because he tried to eat us - seriously, why marry him?Me:
It's not my fault you people don't understand ambition! Bloody Tall Poppy Syndrome, that's what it is.Penny:
He ate Russia!Me:
Pft. You say that like it's a bad thing.
It was nice to be reminded of the joys of texting. Though I feel weird having nostalgia for something that I only really started doing when I was 17.
I want a HTC Desire so I can Tweet on the bus. What do you do to make it through the commute?
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After I drop my daughter off at school, I blast hard rock on the stereo, sing along, and swear a lot at the other drivers.
ReplyDeleteIt's like therapy, only cheaper.
*lol* I love to do that too! I tried it with my son in the car and all he said was "Mummy, don't sing! It's my turn to sing! Now you dance, Mummy. No, stop dancing!"
ReplyDeleteIt becomes a little less fun when it's a game of Simon Says :-)