Miles, Me and a Bath Full of Gratitude

Done with homework...waiting for the bathtub to fill up so I can soak my sore back. I feel like an old lady. I also feel totally self involved. I can only think about my own problems right now. Meanwhile there are a million things going on that are so much more important. I got an email this morning from Team Darfur about how the rain season is going to effect Darfur. Washing out their roads and keeping the people there away from much needed assistance....food..medical supplies. My biggest problem this week is that I have to wait till pay day to buy my over priced moisturizer...

I think I'm done wallowing in my own self pity. Monday blues are over. Tomorrow I'm getting a grande triple latte and wearing my most girlie dress and heels to work. Done feeling sorry, too much to be thankful for.

Happy bath-time....

Monday Gives Me Shingles

I'm basically speechless, or whatever the equivalent of "speechless" is in relation to not knowing what to write. Wordless, blog-content-less...

If my life were a fruit right now, it would be a watermelon. With awkward seeds to spit out and that inconsistent grainy taste.

Ugh...Subway...Ugh...Monday

This morning I left brisk fully in time to catch the early train. I stepped on and found a seat quickly. I pulled out my borrowed copy of 'Promenade of the Gods' by Koji Suzuki (author of 'Ring') and settled back into it's mysterious story plot. I didn't expect much disturbance (aside from whats typical in my commute; crowded train, occasionally giving up a seat for the elderly lady or pregnant woman..) when at the VERY next stop a rather large woman- scratch that...a rather SHREK -like, Ogre-esque, Man-woman- got onto the train and decided to set her sights on the seat that was as yet unoccupied between myself and another girl. Since this was the 3 train, which has bucket seats and not a smooth bench like the 4, terror caught my eyes as almost as if in slow motion I watched the lady shift her purse to the front and sit down forcing me to slide over onto the ridge between the two seats next to me. "Ashley, why didn't you just move to the next seat over?" I'm sure your asking this most obvious question. Well, see occupied in the next seat over was HALF THE ASS of another larger than life individual, a man about my age who probably stood about 6'4" and well over 350lbs. I was left with two halves of two chairs and the ridge between them gently sodomizing my ass crack with every bump and turn of the train (not to mention I had on tights so I was sliding around like a hockey puck.

With all of the warning and caution signs MTA puts up for it's passengers...all of the "DO NOT LEAN ON DOOR" signs and "NO FOOD OR DRINKS ALLOWED" signs...WHY on earth don't they have a "IF YOU CAN'T FIT, PLEASE DON'T SIT" sign visible? Of course I'm not discriminating against those who eat 30 meals a day, that's totally their business. However when it forces me to be molested by the subway train seat through 15 stops for 45 minutes, well then it becomes MY problem.

I am griping because of this, and because it's Monday and because I'm tired and crampy and because this is precisely what a blog is for.

Happy fucking Monday.