Im on Alesse.

Loading on to a packed streetcar, a man who is limping and using a cane stands while a 13 year old boy absorbed in his hand-held video game, oversized headphones and all, sits. If I ever raise a son, he will be trained to grab that kid by the scruff of his overpriced jacket and make him stand while ushering the limping cane-using man to the seat he deserves.

Just trying to cross the street people.

You know what an awesome feature of a car is – turn signals. They let me know that you are turning when I am waiting for you to pass while struggling to keep my balance with my extra large Ikea bag full of a weeks worth of laundry including bedding and towels, not that you notice this as you are too busy talking on your cell phone and not signaling. Thank-you for contributing to my future bad shoulder you fucking jerk.

Attention riders

"This streetcar is short turning and you must get off". In the wet snow? Awesome. Thanks for giving me some advance notice prick.

I almost forget my mantra.

Today was one of those days while riding the TTC where I just had to close my eyes and breath in and out very calmly while silently reminding myself of all the chaos that goes on in the world every second of everyday. All I had to do was get through the very uncomfortable 30 minute bus ride jam packed to the point where I could see the clogged pores of the guy beside me. At the same time try to keep my head tilted a little to the right so the hair of the girl directly in front of me did not go all the way in my mouth and instead just grazed my lips every now and then.
om.

Childishness all around.

Whenever I see adults riding those dorky miniature bicycles, I want to push them off and then run away like a 5 year old. If you are going to ride a bicycle that is sized for a child, expect childish reactions.

Good morning!

You know what I love waking up to at 7am on a Saturday? Really loud repetitive hammering.
You know what I wish I had in my possession at 7am on a Saturday morning like this one? A fucking gun.

The mirror this morning

I fucking hate adult acne. Just when you think you are all grown up; living on your own, occasionally wearing heels, paying your bills, receiving benefits you feel a sharp pain on your chin reminding you that you are more like a 16 year old than you thought. Thanks hormones. Thanks a fucking lot.