I’m fascinated by people who break the bus rules. People who leave their bags sitting on the seat next to them. Who talk on their cell phones. Who don’t communicate—at all—with body language that this is their stop, and could you please move. Who don’t have their change or pass ready despite standing at the stop for several minutes. This one dude got on the bus yesterday and went right to the middle doors, took off his backpack, and sat down on the stairs. Over the yellow line. Right as we reached a stop. He kept sitting there as people went around him to get off.
Where do these people get their courage? What has happened to them that has led them to become outlaws? Do they feel no fear?
Also, people who bring their dogs on the bus. I still haven’t figured out if that’s allowed.
I would be a terrible celebrity. There are only a few really great ones—Mariah Carey. Oprah. Jennifer Lopez. George Clooney. Prince. Sally Field. RDJ. You gotta go either really chill or really high-maintenance. Please note that being a good or bad celebrity is not the same as being a good or bad actor, etc. I do like changing my clothes multiple times a day depending on my exact mood/activity, though. I could do that.
What’s Woody Harrelson up to?
If Hillary runs for President, where will the closest campaign office be for me to volunteer?
Is there a fanny pack out there that I could stand to wear while traveling this summer?
Would I love or hate being caught in a flash mob? Pros: I love watching choreographed, coordinated dances. Flash mobs are usually to cheesy music that I love. I like when people are happy. Cons: I hate people. Hate feeling trapped by crowds. Hate being forced to try to perform something without preparation. Am like a grumpy cat: I might be super energetic at any given moment, but you cannot force it out of me. I will destroy you.
Do you think Katie Holmes has friends?