Two Things.
1) 
2) I live right next to the dumpster and recycle (freakish at night when someone is rooting around in lost trash, but convenient at every other time) and a fattish individual is currently hollering, "JESUS!! GET OUTTA HERE, YOU STUPID BEE!" I have an inkling that he might be retarded, but if he's not, well, I probably won't feel bad.
I also spent the bus ride wedged between Francesco, the beautiful Italian exchange student who is also my neighbor-ish (who was speaking lovely Italian on an archaic cell phone) and Alfredo, the beautiful South American exchange student (I don't know where he is from but his name is delicious pasta). It was pretty sweet. I didn't even notice when one of the disabled kids from the local high school shit his pants.
2) I live right next to the dumpster and recycle (freakish at night when someone is rooting around in lost trash, but convenient at every other time) and a fattish individual is currently hollering, "JESUS!! GET OUTTA HERE, YOU STUPID BEE!" I have an inkling that he might be retarded, but if he's not, well, I probably won't feel bad.
I also spent the bus ride wedged between Francesco, the beautiful Italian exchange student who is also my neighbor-ish (who was speaking lovely Italian on an archaic cell phone) and Alfredo, the beautiful South American exchange student (I don't know where he is from but his name is delicious pasta). It was pretty sweet. I didn't even notice when one of the disabled kids from the local high school shit his pants.