love is in the air, get bugspray

from the sign for khyber north indian grill.

so i got bangs. they are fairly swoopy, to use andrea's word. i like them but they always make me look about fifteen years younger. (which probably isn't a great idea, since a few weeks ago a guy on the bus asked me if i was 17. he looked disappointed when i said i was 25.. i guess if it's not statutory, where's the fun?) the upside to this is that someday when i'm sitting around the rest home, watching 'wheel' in between shuffleboard tournaments and yelling "i said no thick-it!", i can just go for a haircut and then everyone will mistake me for one of the nurses. that's what i'll keep telling myself anyway.

another bus story:
on the way to work, we stop to pick up a guy in a wheelchair. immediately the elderly man next to me turns and says "this guy is a faker, i seen him! he can walk!" not really knowing how to respond to an accusation like that, i just nod. then the woman in front of me turns around and tells me the same thing. "'i see him walkin around here drunk, that motherfucker can WALK!'" despite the minor outcry, the guy still got on, presumably to ride for free (handicap discount). what i really hoped for was a big lebowski-esque ending, where the elderly man grabs the guy under the arms, tells the faker to stand up, and then drops him on the floor.

i am currently listening to atlas sound, who is not bad so far. you have to give credit to the skinny emo guy who is the band, because he has marfan syndrome and therefore a legitimate reason to be both skinny and emo.