Rail Note #161007

I'm sitting in the subway and find it very warm and awkward. I haven't ridden this rocket in quite some time. Its full of people and glass and their ass on the glass in your damn face. Its weird for me. I never seem to mind if I'm with friends and chatting or after a few drinks. Then, you are not alone. Alas, I find myself between the glass and someone foreign and someone else in a suit. All the time, everyone glances around staring at ads for a therapist, a job, trouble with erectile dysfunction, all in between beautiful blondes and subway tracks. As I was writing this is got increasingly crowded and I somehow feel trapped, but comfortable. I noticed a girl with an olive green laptop bag branded "incase". I like it. Bloor Street, chaos at in between the cars, empty, crowded, now moving. Two dudes are speaking a language I do not understand beside me and it is kinda loud in my ear and everyone can hear them.

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The focus group was all about Tylenol. I didn't get chosen for the second hour, which I am grateful for. I gave my opinion and took my forty bucks. I'm back on the subway with a bottle of vodka and two new pairs of tights from Ardene cause I remember Raymi saying they had deals at the Yorkville shop so I checked. Just a little ride now and I'm home sweet home. Back downtown to have a toast and pass by Darren's Snowboard party that Fathom is spinning at later then to StrangeLove. The subway is less crowded now and I like it much more. I realized I was slapping my gum in my mouth, I hate when people do that. You jus' wanna slap 'em. Speaking of, some lady was talking to herself and she had her bare feet out. It was gross.

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