For the last week or so I have been listening to Marie Sioux on my bus ride home from work. I love her. She puts me into this completely relaxed state of mind, and then I fall asleep. I've fallen asleep on the bus the past two days. It's been glorious.
I'm in love with this little old man on my bus. He's on their everyday and he always gets off at the same stop, and then he tips his hat to the bus driver. Today he was wearing a fuzzy toque. I hope his little old wife knitted it for him. I don't like to think that he's going home to an empty apartment.
When I was waiting for my bus today, this girl beside me told this guy beside her "Curtis is going to beat you up." Curtis didn't seem impressed.
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