swishing with the tide. * excuse my profanity, haha.

It's really funny how society is nowadays. If you look it at closely, it really is hilarious. Okay so like me and Ems were on our way to meeting up people for the movies today right? We missed the first two busses because of me being late =x, but owell! my ride was going slow!

Haha, and so then we waited at the Leo & Beacon bus stop, and sat there. We caught up, exchanged info on what's happenin' at Franklin & West Seattle lately, and boys and family, all that good stuff right? We had laughs on funny things too. So we wait for practically thirty minutes, and what bus comes? well the 42 -- of course, it's the only bus that comes up to our part of the hood (AHAHAH) to our little corner of the southend, of Skyway. But it isn't the one that goes downtown. IT GOES TO HENDERSON, in Rainier Beach. GREAT, right? Haha, so we take that down to Rainier Beach and decided to take the 7 to downtown. It would be faster, because it comes like every damn 5 minutes. We need more 42's! It's been something we've wanted for years, but oh-well. Driving soon?!! hahaha

So we're on the 7. I personally don't like it a lot... it's.. how you say... i don't know. but it's.. not my favorite. Bus stories, we all have em' right? Haha, so that's what happened with us. We get on the bus, sit in the middle-ish back and we're talking about something.. then the bus stops to pick up people and Em is telling me a story and showing me how big his house was with hand gestures and this old ass man, late fourties, gets on and sees Em moving her hands. He sits right in front of us. Now this dude, was clearly on something. He smelled of alcohol and looked like a straight up home-less person. So like i said, he sees Em's hands moving.

*maybe a little paraphrasing, only because i don't remember his exact words, but i hit the main points

"Damn white girls these days is crazy, you see Britney Spears? She's out there showin' her ass to everyone. Her man is now singin' and shit, Crazy shit! And Bobby Brown, who knows what's up with that motherfucker? he was doin' good then marries that Whitney Houston lady, and god blessed him with children, blah blah blah some smoking thing"
[ME AND EMS, i do my head nods and look at the window barely looking at him, and he touched Ems twice on the leg and shoulder, IT WAS TO DIE FOR.]
"uh.. huh.. right... yeah"

"well it was nice talkin' to you ladies"

so he goes to the way back and talks to the youngins there. They beef cos' he's talking hella shit to them. Callin' himself the OG and shit. HAHA so me and Ems, we're sitting there like WHAT The Fuck.. thank goodness he's gone. AND THEN LATER HE COMES AGAIN TO ME AND HER.

"what's up baby girls? Them youngin's in the back are beefin, they dont know i'm a OG. Original Gangster, and Old Guy. Shit, people down east, you know in Chicago and stuff, they're real gangsters, mess with them and they'll shoot yo' ass in a minute, they do it hard over there, that ain't no California shit.
[looks at me]
Babygirl! why aren't you looking at me? Sorry i'm smackin' while talkin ( faggot is eating cheese, how ghetto/random) Babygirl! Babygirl! you gotta have humor in life!"
[me]
"uh.. huh.. whatever"
"well it was nice talkin' to you ladies!"

he goes back to the back, and this is where all the ghetto-fabulous-goodshit comes in. I guess he keeps talkin' shit to the yougins and they go baggin' on him like crazy. about his torn up clothing and shit, his 'NIKES', and then at one point they say "go back and talk to your white girl!" HAHAH that made me and Ems crack up hella bad. (later we got off the bus at downtown and the dude who was talkin' back there was pretty bomb, a 17 year old. HAHA) So some shit went down in the back, me and em's couldn't watch because we were facing the front, but somewhere along the lines of the old guy talkin' shit, and one of the youngin's aboutta beat his ass. i quote.

(excuse the profanity, as the title said)

"Nigga, i got 200 dollars in bank right now, nigga!" (referring to the baggin' on the clothing and shit, shit.)

"nigga's need to ask about me, you don't know me, i'm a hitter, i'll swing at you and the 32 in your mouth, old man will come flyin' out. nigga's need to repect me, nigga."

It was hella funny because his homegirl was in the back tryna calm him down:
"Nigga, calm your ass down, when we get to downtown we'll find you someone to fight. Nigga, just don't do this right now, Nigga."

just a lot of n-words flyin' around, it was crazy. So when we got off the bus (and the bomb guy was asking us a question) the other dude beefin' with the drunken bum, had his shirt off, and if i had to guess, he was hella heated. He had mad abs though. AHA, sorry i had to look.

You can't tell me that shit isn't ghetto. It's quite embarassing, actually.

Shit, raggin' on his shoes? that's so retarded. i mean yeah, hella people still care about shoes. but it's whatever right! people wanna waste their money, it's their lives! The bus business was funny today though. Some good Shit.



well, that's the blog for the day, i'd like to add more, but i'm hella tired/lazy. i hadn't updated this since the first blog, and i had been wanting to write for so long, but laziness kicked in pretty hard, actually.


Kathy, Over & Out :)