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.

Puberty

I hate when smelly adolescent boys sit too close to me on the TTC, ask your mom to pick up something called deodorant.

What ever happened to DIY?

I fucking hate automatic toilets - don't decide when I am done, I am old enough to make that decision myself.

Riding the 191

A woman, weighing in no less than 250lbs, glares at me while stating "I can't get by you". Well maybe you should go on a fucking diet.

A young girl talking on her cellphone in a foreign language (I am going with Polish on this one) stands in front of me. She is talking so loud I can hear her over my Tokyo Police Club which is at a relatively high volume and directly in my ears. Unless she is talking to her dying mother back in Poland, which judging by her goofy smile she is not, I feel like grabbing that phone out of her little hands and whipping it out the window onto hwy 27 and watching a tanker run over it, causing it to break into little tiny pieces, leaving it beyond recognition. Now who is wearing the goofy smile bitch?