Saturday, November 27, 2010

Happy Thanksgiving!

Should have got boozed up for this bus trip. Who the hell was I
kidding thinking I would leave my apartment by 5. I can't even leave
my apartment for work by 5 and I get paid to do that. I made it
though, juniors cheesecake in tow as requested, so all is good with
the world. When will greyhound get with the program like the
airlines! This isle is big enough for a cart of miniature bottles of
vodka and some type of cracker. Animal crackers, those delicious ass
cookies that kirt and I fought over on the way to la, better yet,
greyhound dog shaped animal crackers. I'm a fuckin genius! These
overpriced cheese it's from hudson news are gonna have to do. If they
didn't have every magazine I could ever dream of I would have
boycotted the damn place a long time ago, Like that time I boycotted
the corner store near bloomingdales that didn't accept debt or credit
for purchases under $10. That shit is illegal you know. Anyway, you
know I got a magazine. I
couldn't help myself!

Stop textin me happy thanksgiving, shit!

Mad ( yeah I said mad) old people on the bus, I got conned into
letting one sit beside me. She needed help getting her bag in the
overhead and you know me. I told her to go fuck herself. Naw, I helped
and now were bff's. She's drinking what looks like the oldest cup of
coffee I've ever seen, and what have we here, a piece of fried
chicken, wrapped in paper towel and foil. 2010 and black people still
takin fried chicken on trips. It's thanksgiving, aren't you gonna eat
in 4.5 hours (depending on traffic and weather conditions?, says the
driver)

Anyway, back to the mini vodka's. Can't you see an angry ass black
girl in the aisle talkin bout "thank you fa. Chusin greyhoun, Imma be
your stewardess, my name qweta and if you need sunthin, just raise
your hand and I'll come and see what you want" she's sitting in that
first seat, you know the one that no one is ever in, but the drivers
coat and briefcase. ( What's in that damn briefcase? Tickets? Those
little baggage claim elastics? Hmmmmmmm) qweta's talkin loud as
hell, loud like the damn driver said everybody else shouldn't be
talkin . "Quan you pickin me up?" 10 hands up including mine and she
ain't movin, Maybe this is a bad idea.
Gran's got silver nails, oh you fancy huh? I think she's appalued by
my cheetah leggings, that's ok, I'm appaulded by her bangay-avon
fragrance. I love these leggings, she's fancy and I be killin em!

No cuties on the bus and were still in jersy, I'm goin to sleep.