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i had the best nap today in the car listening to the felcie brothers.
and getting post
i dont know why people go to the back of buses, the front is where its at. Old women with sweets and you get alot better view.
and things look scarier from that perspective, like you're going to hit something when in fact...you're actually quite far away from it; thrilling!
Also, it allows for the elevation of my feet on the little sill
Front of bus = 10/10
Top front bus is great.
LOOK OUT, WE'RE DEFINITELY GOING TO HIT THAT CAR/BIKE/OLD MAN!
lights going green when you arrive
fat people falling down
youre setting a bad example for tillance!
before leaving for work usually works for me
getting onto the least-packed subway car
are very nearly the best thing ever
...just as the train arrives
- free lunch
- the hens at work
- gossip girl
- being early
- finding small unclaimed things at work that i can keep because the expiry date for lost property has passed [newest toy: a tiny penknife/nailfile/scissors in an enamel case]
but running onto the train as the doors close. I feel invincible!
my hair going right
I'm a girl of simple pleasures.
Seconds are even littler things.
When I say installed I mean literally nailed a desk fan to the top of the wall so it points down at me. So that was today. Mostly I just like reading my book and listening to teh uplifting indie rock on the metro. Then I go running for 45 minutes in the evening. Basic difficult poorly paid times w/simple pleasures is all that is possible atm
the person with the large gut sprawled across my seat gets off at least a stop before me. I then shuffle by bottom as to make my territory.
There not being a City AM newspaper guy at the tube station trying to thrust his grotty rag into my ignorant hand.
When the office totty is wearing that black almost secondary school looking dress.
Upon opening my email box on a morning I have nothing to reply to, BUT a stack full of messages I have been copied on, and I therefore have nothing immediately obvious to do.
while the sun is shining
whilst obvs listening to some nice tunes
turns out to be old people who are too afraid to use the available self-service tills. "Aha make way for future boy, pops. Watch me scan these biscuits myself!"
that's exactly how I feel! Plus, you can buy vaguely embarrassing things in Boots without having to worry about being silently judged by the checkout lady.