Classin' Up the Joint

Taking the Greyhound bus round-trip from New York City to Baltimore isn't the classiest voyage, but that's how I roll. Today, on the trip back to the city after a fun stay in B-more, I was reminded of exactly how posh Greyhound can get when a busty thirtysomething woman with a young baby stood up near the front of the bus and turned around. The following phrase was printed in black on her tight white T-shirt (original punctuation and capitalization retained):

If you think I'm a Bitch, you should meet my Mother!

"Luxury coach," indeed.

Blogging = Bad

I shouldn't be blogging. I have been out with a high school friend and into the wine, and I just subjected my roommate to a long story involving San Diego, a guy named Fabian, and a plastic surgery conference. She deserves acccolades tonight, much more than I do.

But here are the lyrics behind the music that's haunting me and turning my mind toward the positive:

Only thing I ever could need,
only one good thing worth trying to be, and it's
love, love, love, love. I do it for love, love, love.
-Sara Bareilles, "Bottle It Up"

I wish I were that optimistic anymore, my dear young musician. Thank God I'm going to Baltimore this weekend. Even New Yorkers need escape sometimes.

UPDATE: I fixed the lyrics to make them, oh, correct. Like I said, I'd been into the wine last night.