hissing snakes...
This mornings commute was a joke. The ride home should be even better. I forgot to wear my I (heart) people shirt today too. Fuck. As i tried to catch some sleep under the protection of my hoodie i came to realize with a sinking feeling that my sweatshirt is not sound proof and the stupid conversation that was going on behind me was highly aggrivating. If the conversation was of something exciting or worthy of wasting breath than i don't think it would bother me all that much, but when people first wake up at 6am, they really don't have conversations worth having. I could give a fuck as to what you had for breakfast or how little timmy forgot his lunch. Let the kid starve. However what aggrivated me more is the soft hissing noise that people make when they talk to the point where i was no longer hearing what people had to say but all i could hear was the slow hissing that would follow each sentence till everyone arround me sounded like a snake. I think i have lost my mind. actually i know it is already lost and these thoughts are just bonus ones. Every day once i reach the door to the office i think of how weird it would be if i opened the door and it wasn't my office at all but an office someplace in oh...Texas and everything was different and everything that had happened to me in the morning never really existed and i made it all up in my mind. Like it was a doorway to a different world. A world where i liked my job and i didn't have such a shitty commute and i was all settled and things weren't such a mess all the time. But my little dream comes to an end once the research nurse comes arround the corner with a folder for me and an ass load of work to do. The only thing that makes my commute some what exciting is the Orlando Bloom guy that i ride the train with. only the guy i ride the train with has better hair.