Frog Blog

having a soundtrack to drown out noisy bitches on their cell phones on the bus is totally worth it. this afternoon i spied five people wearing headphones. i wore them, too. i feel my city is relatively closed off from itself-- it's difficult to meet people here but i think i know why. i don't want to meet or talk to anyone on the bus. i want to tune out all the banal, mundane noises and focus on getting from point a to point b or catch up on us weekly. a guy next to me was rocking out today so hard-- i could hear his buttrock coming out of his headphones through my own headphones. he was even playing air guitar.

i try not to look anymore at anyone out of the ordinary. it's hard-- hot pink manic panic hair gets me every time. and this girl yesterday had tattooed hearts in a row up the back or her legs. what's strange is stuff like this isn't all that out of the ordinary here but still-- there are more brunettes than hot pink. i'm on the fence. obviously i don't want to stare because i don't want to be rude, but then i think about all these things like pink hair and think, hey, you can't not look and if you're wearing pink hair, do you not want someone to look a little? there is a certain shock factor and reactions that come with, so.