Missed the bus for the second day in a row. It's like they don't even read their own fucking schedules. This morning's bus was even earlier than yesterday's.

I really need a fucking car. I'm getting sick of this bullshit...

Yeah, so I actually have a normal day at overwork today (getting ready for the big day tommorrow and stuff)and I get on the train and proceed to have a moment so surreal that even after telling myself that I wouldn't touch the booze today(1), here I sit with the Captain at my elbow.

Firstly, for this tale, you need the map of the Marta rail system here. I started off at the East Point station on the South line. I get on the train, find a single seat, sit and prompt (as is my habit) drop off to sleep...

..only to be awakened by the sound of "LAAAAAAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAAAAAALAAAAAAAAAA!" at the Oakland City station. My eyes popped open and no more than two seats away is a small child of about 3 "singing" on her daddy's lap. If by "singing" I mean "making a toneless noise at the top of her lungs" She would "sing" until she ran of out breath, take a breath, and contiune. I glance at the mother (sitting next to the daddy) and she gives me a look that says someting like "Is this adorable?" or "Every utterance from my child is wonderful, isn't it?".

I return with a look that said "I would love nothing more than to open an emergency door and dropkick Little Tina Tuneless onto the tracks before personally sterlizing you and Duhdie with a shrimp fork." I've had a long day at overwork, and that wasn't helping.

With a smile only blessed by the braindead, Mommie addresses her child, "That's enough, you're starting to annoy people, honey" in that "I don't really mean it, but it will stop the scary dred lady from glaring daggers at me" tone of voice. As expected, the kid doesn't comply and continues seranading the car.

Then the Herbalife Worldwide Conference contingent from some Eastern European Country that I can't remember (it started with a K and ended in -stan) get on the train at Five Points. I shit you not. Blue and yellow jackets with their country name on the back, I "Heart" Herbalife buttons, "Love Weight Now, Ask me How" buttons in both English and some Slavic script...it was interesting. It stopped beging interesting when they surround the little darling and encouraged it to keep squalling by "singing" along and applauding when it caught its breath.

Now at this point I'm sure you're wondering "jaila, why didn't you talk to the parents or change cars?" I have no good reason at all. Frankly, I'm aware that some parents get touchy when others point out the lack of manners in their own spawn, and I really wasn't up for the chance. I also was feeling a bit childish myself, in that "I was here first, fuckers!" kind of way--hey, I'd been on my fucking feet all day. Besides, I was hoping like mad that they would all get off at earlier stop than me. So, I grimaced and bore it.

Well, after I pulled out my CD player and blasted Static X so loud that people started looking at me. (yep, childish)

Luckily, the whole crew disappated at the Lindbergh Station, leaving me with about 10 minute of trying to nap time until I got to my home stop of Brookhaven. Straight onto the next bus, straight home, straight to the bottle.


(1) after a margarita on Monday, plum wine and sprite on Tuesday, and Guniness yesterday...I thought I was over doing it a bit.

We're gonna put TVs in MARTA trains!

"Atlanta Mayor Shirley Franklin. 'The Rail Network's service will benefit both commuters and companies doing business in Atlanta.'"

You know, I've got a specatular idea that would benefit commuters and companies even more...

HOW ABOUT RUNNING MORE BUSES EVERY FUCKING DAY? OR MORE TRAINS MORE OFTEN, OR EVEN 24 FREAKING HOURS? THAT'S MORE FUCKING BENEFICIAL THAN WATCHING THE GODDAM NEWS!!!

grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr.......

For all those New Years parties in the metro area, just in case you didn't know:

MARTA trains will run 24 hours on New Year's Eve

so go party and have a good damn time!

No, you won't. You will read this and say, "She's so lying", but if I don't type it down and get it out of my head, I will in fact scream or punch something/body:

( A fucked up MARTA day )

I really, really, really need a drink. or a nap. or a drink and a nap.

I hate MARTA with an undying passion...

First this morning my bus decides to drive past me 10 minutes early..
it's the first bus on this line....it's not like it has to catch up or anything...

Then, after grocery shopping, I make good time to Linburg Station to take the 8:50 home...it would get me back with time to sit down, relax, eat, shower and chat for a bit before going to bed...

the 8:30 never fucking shows up!

so I get home about 15 minutes ago, with no time to do anything but make tis rant and sleep

ARHHHHHH!!!!

( Number 1 )

and

( Number 2 )


Appartently this as been the week that I talk back to annoying strangers.

So, Storm, and I were just talking about creepy stalker guys and we thought of a wonderful idea: the Stun Bra.

For those admirers who get just a little too close, the Stun Bra delivers an insane amount of voltage, stopping would-be gropers in their tracks! Come with a safety, just in case....

Call now, and we'll throw in matching undies and garter belt!

The Stun Bra, getting them where it hurts!

Okay, it's times like these that make me wish I had a concealed weapons permit, or at least a can of pepper spray.

( Kinda Long and Rantish )

grrrr..grrrr, fucking grrrrr