Blah blah blah blah blah feelings.

Emo? No.

My brain is going on vacation soon…

What? feelings? Why? Who? Huh……

Moooooooore than a feeeeeeling!111 When I hear that old sooon plaaaaaaay?!?!?!&*@#*&$^*&@#$

Good old AABA compound form songs, eh.

Boston…. Massachussetts … New Hampshire…..West Chesterfield.

Couches…… chairs….. chairman of the bored. Iggy Pop……

Tangents.

Tangerines.

Mighty morphine power rangers.

http://www.plime.com/entertainment/webvideo/l/14549/1/

I got off the Skyain at 3:48 pm.  I looked at the schedule, and took a seat on the bench.

“Do you know when the bus is going to come?”

“Soon.”

“Good,” said the woman, “I really don’t like waiting for the bus.”

I said to her the bus would be arriving in four minutes.

“That’s good.  I don’t like waiting for the bus.  And I thought it was going to rain, so I brought my umbrella, but it didn’t rain.  And I walked around Sears all day… You know when you’re shopping and your mind is just elsewhere? And I bought a bus pass. And I don’t like waiting for the bus.”

I nodded politely.  Murphy’s Law to always end up sitting next to somebody who makes me feel  uncomfortable.  She looked to be in her mid-thirties, but she had the posture and body language of a child.  It was weird.
“I don’t want you to think I’m weird.”

“Oh no… I don’t think you’re weird…” I reassured her.

“I have not done sex.  But I don’t think that’s weird.”

I don’t know what I would have expected her to say, but I wasn’t expecting that.

“Oh.” I said.

“My boyfriend thinks I’m crazy because I don’t do sex.  But I don’t want to. Is there something wrong with that?”

I  told her sincerely that no, there is nothing wrong with that.

“It’s just, I also think it’s a temptation.  And temptation is wrong.  I’m religious.  Don’t you think it’s a temptation?”

I told her I didn’t know, but it could be considered a temptation.

“And also, my mother is watching me.”

That weirded me out.  What did she mean by that? Oh. Okay, she looked up and pointed at the sky.  Her mom is dead and watching her from Heaven, I guess.

“But also, I’m afraid of sex.  I don’t want to get AIDS; my boyfriend has epilepsy.”

Then the bus came, and she told me to have a nice day.  The last thing she said was this:

“Are you mad at me?”