i hate smokers - i really do. i hate them more than people who talk loudly on their cell phones, people who cut in line, and even people who have particularly strong body odors. i especially hate it when they give you attitude because you told them they weren't allowed to smoke in a particular area. guess what, lady? you stink and you're ugly! yeah, i said it. yeah...

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this morning as i was driving to the bart station, a gang of wild turkeys was crossing the road, just off the cameron hills drive. "why did the turkey cross the road" immediately popped into my head, but at that early hour, i was unable to come up with anything witty. too bad i didn't take a photo cause it was quite a funny sight. wild turkeys are neither plump nor pretty, and a crew of 6-8 of them just looks weird.

i generally dislike bart. i am not a fan of sitting next to strangers who may or may not smell stinky or musty, and i especially don't like it when they fall asleep and lean over to what is clearly your side of the seat. having jen there makes mornings bearable (we chat and sleep). what really got my skin crawling is that i got home monday evening to find that i had flea bites on my lower back. at first, i reasoned that they were from the animals at work, but the more i thought about it, the more i realized that i most likely got them from the seats on bart.

EW.

let me just say that i would so much rather get fleas from an animal than from...a person. that's just fucking disgusting. and even more disgusting is that bart must never clean its trains. eeeeep! if i had the choice, i'd never ride bart again, but alas, i do not have that option.