Happenings on the 3, cont.

This morning: waiting at stop, listening to music. I hear "excuse me miss!" I turn around. "we just wanted to let you know you a swag bunny. Anywhere you go you let em know!" I think to myself well this is awesome. He continues "whatever it is you got it baby girl you the swag bunny you let em know!" So here I am letting em know. 

Happenings on the 3, part one

- approx 8:30 am: man gets on, part homeless looking, part thug. Has no fare. Driver says no, get off. He shows her his hand, which is pouring out blood. Says he got stabbed. Driver agrees to drop him off at hospital a few blocks down. Man sits next to me. I tell him to hold his hand above his heart to stop bleeding. He questions me. I show him my hand with stitches and say "same." He puts his hand above his heart. For the rest of the ride I picture my life as a successful doctor.

-approx 8:15 am: man gets on, mid 30's, wearing bucket hat and khakis rolled up at the waist. Socks with teevas. Holds onto hand rails and begins doing yoga poses/stretching hybrid. Sign around neck reads "in loving silence, thank you for understanding." I say "you're welcome."

-approx 6:30 pm: I get on, sit down. Man gets up and comes to sit next to me. Leans in and expresses his love for me and his plans to marry me. Grabs my hand to kiss, I jerk away. Man becomes angry, moves seats next to another woman, and begins falling asleep on her shoulder. Woman gets up. Man begins yelling at her, asking if she got made fun of in high school because she has no social skills. Man gets kicked off. I picture my life married to that man. 

- approx 6 pm: I get on, before I sit down middle aged Vietnamese man in Air Force jacket and hat pushes a quarter into my hand. Says loudly in broken English: "this is happy quarter I save for you. Don't lose, very rare, on back is 100 horses." The back of the quarter is from Nashville, Tennessee. I'm confused, the rest of the bus probably thinks I know the guy. I hold onto the quarter and thank him. He comes to sit behind me and begins describing his jewelry to me. "This one spiritual, I praying for you. This one lucky, I pray for you." I just keep saying thank you, not sure how else to respond. Man gets off bus.  20 minutes later I see him again at my stop. He asks if I'll go see a movie with him. I say no thank you. 

The moon told me a secret last night.

It said, 'baby, we are going to be fine.'

"the heart breaks. that's how the magic gets in"

you're ripped at every edge but you're a masterpiece

last night at this kids apartment i discovered this dog i fell in love with and he followed me around everywhere it was so cute

News from my bed

Which is new and which I'm obsessed with.  Things like new beds I feel fully appropriate being obsessed with. THANKS DAD.

In terms of packing for LA, so far there is an open suitcase on floor.  Our apartment there is furnished so that means I don't have to pack right?

On my nightstand is this copywriter's resume with a sandwich grease stain on it. This copywriter claims it was designed in Pages, so obviously I found this genius and needed to save it.  But now that it's stained I really can't find a use for it anymore.

Hot yoga and I are so hot that I don't even get sore from it anymore, which is really only problematic in that I can't complain about being sore from it anymore.

Also I'm wearing a porcupine quill necklace so do I even need a masters?

I put a piece of fresh eucalyptus in my shower because I thought it would be like a spa.  It's not really. 

Currently stuffing my face with greek takeout food and thinking about the fact that I have grad school prom tomorrow, and also the fact that grad school prom is a thing.