why i hate the ttc

so i make the decision to not ride my bike in the cold this morning.
i guess i shouldn't have jinxed it by adding "man, i hate the ttc"
i walk out the door and think "hmmm, it's really not as cold as the -15 they were claiming, i should totally go back upstairs and get my bike"
but at this point i'm already committed. so i continue to walk to the subway.
i put my ticket, worth $2.75, into the money thing.
i run down the stairs, and there is the train, packed, with the doors wide open.
"attention passengers, we are currently experiencing a delay on our bloor-danforth line due to an incident at track level at our jane station"
dammit. a jumper at jane and instead of diverting service somewhere and getting the show on the road, we're at a standstill with constant annoying updates while i'm left cursing myself for wussing out of riding my bike in between hot and cranky people sighing and huffing.
my alternative is to leave immediately and go back to get my bike, but at this point i've resigned myself to paying $2.75 for being late for class.
when we finally begin to move, the train is so full that the transfer at yonge has line ups to the train and i wait with thousands of impatient and shoving people for 3 trains to go by before i can get down to dundas.
fuck. i hate the ttc.

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music to my ears: The Weakerthans - Virtute the cat explains her departure
(saddest song in the world - m.)

my reality is not facebook

i don't exist. it's true.
deleting my facebook account has distanced me from a social network that has taken over our cultural communication.
interesting blog entry.
the non-facebook akin to non-existing is very true, as i have been finding out.
i am excluded from all sorts of events because "sorry, i forgot you're not on facebook"
i barely even talk to my roommate anymore because facebook is her primary means of communication.
i miss human contact.

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Music to my ears: Wintersleep - Welcome to the Night Sky

clementines and christmas

i couldn't resist the little orange mesh bags of unripe clementines.
tiny and sour.
reminds me of christmas and i don't have time to think about it yet.

happy birthday...we're moving

i grab my jacket this morning from the big closet...it's been hanging up for some time now...put it on in the dark, bundle up, and head out.

sitting on the street health bus i'm thinkin it smells an awful lot like piss, but hey, i'm on the street health bus, right? the stench of urine and homelessness sometimes go hand in hand.

but throughout the morning, i smell the pee. but hey, i'm at st mike's hospital, makes sense. i'm walking in moss park. huh. makes sense.

put my jacket back on this early afternoon to go out to an ocap action thing about the new cctv cameras at the corner of dundas/sherbourne, and there it is again. the whiff of piss. huh. well, i am at the corner of dundas and sherbourne.

but then, here i am standing in the daylight, and i look down to my whitish-light blue jacket and huh. that's an interesting yellow stain going all the way down the left side of my jacket. down my arm. could that be sweat from an old jog? let's take a whiff.

ah. cat piss. how lovely.

how incredibly angry i am right now since i just took my jacket off again and now my sweater smells from wearing the jacket all morning. down my left arm. not to mention the humiliation from my jacket being completely yellow.

happy birthday.

hope you didn't find piss in your shoes this morning.

you may find a dead cat or two when you get home.