On the 8, heading toward the 140.
It's full of quiet, old and fat people. Not very exciting. And the guy in front of me smells really bad.
Waiting for the 140. It's really cold today. I'm sitting on a text book because the bench is freezing and I have my scarf on, my hood up, and my arms pulled inside my sweatshirt. It is rather difficult to blog like this. Also, I look extremely stupid, blogging inside my sweatshirt.
The 141 just passed, teasing me. Hurry up, 140!
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