Silly:

I remember being on the bus and talking to a woman. For some odd reason, we got into a conversation about relationships. I was saying how stupid it was to follow that infatuation feeling to the altar, before you get to really know a person. Of course, being afflicted with foot-in-mouth disease, she said, "Well, my husband and I got married after just a few a months. But that was when we were 30." "Oh," I said, "that's not what I'm talking about. When you're older, you should know what you want and go for it, that's far more reasonable then. It's when you're 18 that a person should maybe wait."

I never believed in that clicking thing. Sure, I've been infatuated with people, and fucked with them at my leisure, but really nothing that screamed "love". I didn't click in that way with ExFiancee, but I really did like him, and later loved him, but that took time to love him. And Mr. Asshat, well, I love him like a friend, and hope the best for him.

This is different. Insanely different. Beautifully different. But I'm terrified to know what he thinks, so I don't ask. I'm not ready for that yet. I don't know if I'd ever be ready for that, and if I miss the chance, so be it. That will solely be my fault, and I'm okay with that, no hostilities toward him.

There's a lot I like about him, but there's also some things that kinda worry me. Oddly enough, the OCD doesn't bother me. Well, okay, it does a little, but only when you have to say goodbye three times for it to actually be goodbye and I'm wonked out tired and would like to get to bed. But that's not bad. The main thing is the unemployment. And it's bad here. Unemployment leads to bad things, so I've learned, and it worries me. It really worries me, because it tends to bring out the worst in people. And I have a tendency to bring out the worst in people, so it's doubly bad.

But like I keep telling myself...for as long as it lasts. Because it never lasts forever.

Post 501, and seriously...I can relate to this xlcd comic, at least, the "Dear Blog" bit. Well, and the creepy bit too, because sometimes I'm just a bit reluctant to hit on someone.

This is really funny - The Truth About College.

This is awesome:

Alma from Rodrigo Blaas on Vimeo.

This is pretty funny too:

Heh:

I hate early mornings.

My brain is so fucking bizarre then.

I was going through my bag with the Christmas stuff that I bought at Walgreens, so that I could remember what I bought for a family member for a stocking stuffer. Then I noticed that I still had the boxes of tampons in the bag. You know what my brain thought?

"The tampons are a Christmas gift to my vagina."

Anyone want to switch brains?

Dear People,

Taking the bus to work and back is not a travesty nor a hardship. It's pretty much just get on the fucking bus and pull the cord when it's your stop. If there are marauding rapists on the bus, I've yet to see them rape people on the bus. Don't act like it's the bus to prison. Also, five downtown blocks is not a lot, nor should it be for someone of my age. I'm just out of shape. You do realize that there are many people who have to walk one to two miles to get to a bus stop, and that they're proficient at it. And as for "I wouldn't know how to take a bus", really? See above directions. If the couple from Montana who had no idea where the hell they were going - and shame on their son for not giving them better directions - and still managed to figure out how to ride the bus, I think you could. It's not a mystery.

(I will say, though, now I know why there's instructions on how to ride the bus on the website.)

As for the bus "not being safe", I beg to differ. Most bus drivers have a vested interest in making sure the passengers are safe. Plus, if you ride regularly, they know who you are. That's always been the case anytime I've taken the bus. Plus, I catch the bus downtown. Yeah, it's Christmas, so there's some people about, but really? It's almost a ghost town at 6 pm. And the crazies will leave you alone if you leave them alone.

Seriously, people. The bus isn't as bad as you think it is.

This video is really funny:

Ok, so this is cool, too. Silhouettes with sayings, some of the very funny.

This is a really cool short film.

If you buy anything cheesy for yourself this Christmas, you NEED to buy the Bob Dylan Christmas Album, because it's so spectacularly bad, it's good...or rather, motherfucking hilarious. Preview it, and just try to tell me, you didn't laugh at "Hark the Herald Angels Sing".

Trust me on this.