I was thinking about today and it was a funny day.
I spent the entire day frustrated. I'm better now.

I had to keep doing things for people and eventually it came down to who was going to be more pissed that I didn't get their stuff done soon enough. That sentence is so confusing, I don't even know what that means.

Then I was standing at an intersection, waiting for the walk signal. (I hate crosswalks.) This guy was standing outside of this beat up, old blazer and he was yelling in Spanish to this couple that was inside. They just had their windows rolled up, except the woman in the passenger seat looked horrified. The guy just started kicking the side view mirror off of the blazer as he screamed. The mirror fell to the ground and then he started kicking the bumper. The bumper started to fall off the car. Haha, I didn't know what to do. This other guy was standing there with me just watching. I just stood there in shock that I was witnessing this. I can't believe the couple inside didn't do a thing about it either. He was standing there kicking the shit out of their blazer for a good 5 minutes and they just sat in the car and looked out horrified. I wish I knew Spanish.


Then, I'm sitting on the Fullerton bus on the way home from work. We were at Southport and these two girls were running to catch the bus (i didn't notice them at the time.) So I'm sitting there with no ipod and all of the sudden, as the bus pulls from the stop I heard this huge thud on the side of the window and i look over and just see a hand. I think I jumped 14 feet. The girls got on the bus because the driver heard them screaming. They sat down and started laughing hysterically about the situation and I started giggling to myself. They looked over and we all laughed for about 4 minutes together about it. All I said was, "Hey man, I was on your side!"


dumb story central.