so following my unfortunate vespa incident(from this moment on it will not be spoken of) i have been forced to partake of public transportation. yes that's right. i have been riding the subway like a common *mother* or *worker* or *wholesale shopper*. the only thing i see on these monstrosities are baby strollers, brief cases, or century 21 bags. worst of all was the other day, i forget which day, when i set my brand new pleats please bag on the seat next to mine and some senile old hag with one of those damn walkers asked for me to move it. i refused. the nerve of her. for her to compare her beginning to lose her mind to my losing my vespa. i had every right to that handicapped seat. eventually, i allowed her to sit between the bag and the railing, however i started whipsering "grandma" from different directions and laughing at her confusion. anyhow, my only main concern about having to ride these infernal locomotives is seeing chloe. i know that she finds the subways *cute*. i'll just have to stay off the "whore" line. well, i must be off. reverend jen's added a new wing to her museum, and hushi said i simply must go. toodles.
express - 4,5, or 6