Forever Was Never Meant For Me.

The recent and I must say farsome spate of bus evacuations just has me on my knees. Not in front of anyone in particular, but on my knees just the same.

The evacuation this morning occurred only three stops from my blessed Avenue of the Stars, and everyone, or at least some of the people on the bus commented on how rare an occurrence it was, yet it had happened to me thrice in a fortnight. To say I signed off a hideously nasty note to the people at Metro while enjoying my Lyft ride the subsequent 34 feet is an understatement. I gave it to them hot.

I mean I woke up honestly thinking this could be the day that I day, but I honestly didn't think the day would fuck with me like this. This entire project and the concept of Century City and the Westside can seriously kiss it. Coming all this way to humiliate myself over this and that. Falling over myself. I haven;t even been taken out to lunch yet, and that is something I mean to do before this day kills me good and proper.

Formation, Reason And Design.

The crazy came on hot wet and thick yesterday on the Metro and it has been like that generally. Last week I was evacuated from two buses. Two in one week and once would have been a first. One was for a passed out dude with a gun and the other he may have just peed on himself and everywhere and both things seemed superficial to me, but it wrecked my 420 nonetheless.

I am pretty sure I have PTSD from all my Metro experiences. Yesterday I had to stand between one woman who was threatening to brain another with a torchiere lamp and act all cool about it at the same time.

Having spent the weekend in traffic though I realize that life is about trade offs and I just have to deal with this for reasons I couldn't possibly go into in the office. I have to stay sprung, and we will just have to get into it later.Formul

The Lights Go Out For You.

Oh don't mind me. By all means just sit there all of you and try to look as creepy as you can. Succeeding admirably although it goes without saying. There was someone in front of me who needed something fancy, frothed with the whispers of rag doll kittens or some such nonsense so I had to wait several moments longer than usual for my coffee this morning. Still killing the shit out the morning despite all the calamity.

I may have been burgled. Which is to say the shirt I wanted to wear this morning was nowhere to be seen. Not in the closet or bureau nor hamper. I even checked in the laundry room and nothing. Of course my mind immediately turned to theft. This type of thing has happened to me before and it always seems to involve the laundry room in some way.

I'm trying to remain calm. So far I am reasonably holding my shit together, but we'll just see if that last through lunch. It was only a silly Rag and Bone henley I picked up in a Jackson Hole thrift store for 2 dollars so it isn't a huge loss, and I have others like it. Rag and Bone and otherwise. Why I am wearing a Saved Khaki henley right now in only a slightly lighter shade of blue, but it has a button missing and I really didn't want to wear it until I had a chance to sew it back on and now I'm crying at the whole mess.

Fucking thieves!!