apparently i scream “sit next to me and talk about your wacko religion!” on the train (or just “sit next to me!” in general, because it happened at the movies this weekend too - the lady fell asleep.  that’s a story for another time).

got on the train at 191 to go to work. at 7:40 on a sunday morning.  at 181st, a girl sits next to me and asks if she can ask a weird question.  I JUST THOUGHT I LOOKED STYLISH AND SHE WANTED TO KNOW WHERE MY CLOTHES WERE FROM, OKAY?

no. she wanted to talk to me about god the mother.  until 96th street.  

anyone have advice about a really quality bitch face i can practice that says “step off, right now”?

most of my commutes look like this.

when i am lucky enough to sit, everyone wants to sit next to me… why, you ask?  because i take up less room so everyone else gets more.  it is not fun.  

also.  it ASTOUNDS and horrifies me when i think about how well the human thigh conducts heat… even when they don’t touch me, i can feel heat radiating off my fellow commutes. hot hot hot.