i have the pleasure of riding bus route 358. as i already have countless stories to share from the bus, and i know there are still plenty more to come; i thought i would share what other people commonly refer to my bus as:
whenever i drive up the hill on 65th street heading back home towards phinney, i always want to wave my hands in the air. when the steep hill momentarily flattens my stomach feels like it's on an amusement park ride. i wish i drove that road everyday.
remember their fantastic music video with the monkey in the library? so much angst.
anyways, as my years of increased (both by number and experience), the floodgates, also known as my tear ducts, have been let open. i shed a few tears as i witnessed some cute 80-year-old women expressing their freedom of speech against the war in in Iraq. and every single of episode of friday night lights has made me cry so far. ridiculous.