Stray? Drifting?

Seems lately I have gone a bit off of my normal path here. Whatever I still have shit to show and say! This rain sucks a lot, and I don't like it, but I will accept that it brings awesome fall fun.That's good enough for me. It seems like just yesterday I was frolicking around the great Commonwealth of Virginia, avoiding work, and life. Random little lunch trips to distant cities and dodging responsibilities all comes to a crashing hault last night, when lounging in my pajama's watching Working Girl.... So today marked the beginning of a newer, sleeker, greener lifestyle for me!
Back to the bus this morning, After running- literally, to avoid being drenched in the rain from bank to bank trying to deal with the required hum drum of grown up life. Then I boarded for WORK in the wasteland that is Ampt Hill- aka the dumping grounds of Richmond.

The best part about riding the bus to work, and its actually growing on me, Is that its a relaxed ass thing to do! Look at how lounged I get!!

It basically perfect for me, its 30 minutes when i can sit back, read, listen to music, or whatever, and enjoy the sights of the city!!

But the best part of it all... NO MORE TRAFFIC FOR ME TO DEAL WITH!!

go green, take the bus

This morning I woke feeling a bit down trodden, business is off to a painfully slow start. I laid around the house most of the morning sending out hundreds of self whoring emails and phone calls to drum up a little more work. It occurred to me that I was gifted a bus pass at one point, so I said I don't feel like driving, lets figure out the richmond transit situation. Well to start off, its grim at best. The bus is slow, and surprisingly crowded in the morning, but I was able to make a friend at my stop. The main topic me our first ever bus stop date conversation was, me course, centered on the tardiness of the bus. From there we discussed important life issues like the expensive ass apartments being built in the old John marshall hotel building, and who would end up living there. How much I just paid for a quart of milk, the one time I had a craving for some, which will most likely be completely gone by the time I get home to my chocolate chip cookies. And by the time the bus arrived we had gotten to know each and every current frustration go each others lives, without ever getting each others names!
The return trip, which I made very soon after arriving to the office, was nice, the windows were open, and there were much less people on it. I currently have the whole back row of seats to myself.
Allowing me to really get comfortable.
The trip was what I imagine would be normal, just jerking and jolting start and stopping. Winding through Ampt hill and manchester, finally over the manchester bridge and into downtown, where final stop, and I flee to the discretion of the street of of wind.

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