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Thursday, May 09, 2002

So I'm on the Muni today. Because of circumstance, I had to take the bus to Church and Duboce, and then hop on the metro downtown, instead of riding the metro from my place all the way to school. I board the train, and by this time on it's route, most of the seats are full. I'm lucky to find a niche in between "some old dude" and an elderly lady. I take off my backpack and wedge my ass in between these two hunkering pieces of flesh. Boarding the train at the same time is a woman, dressed in skin tight stretch pants and a flattering top, along with her small daughter and a friend. I hear a whispered "uuuhhhn...." from beside me. I look over at "some old dude" and he's got his eyes trained on her ass, like a smart bomb to it's target. Now, I'm certain at this point, I know every single thought thats running through his sick head...whip cream, a sturdy kitchen table and him as the pizza guy.

The train goes on, and I'm trying to forget I ever heard "some old dude's" lustful grunt. Nevermind that his neck is craned out and his eyes giving her the up and down, drinking in her figure. I can practically feel the saliva dripping on my shoulder. We pass the Van Ness and Civic Center stops. Finally, at Powell street, she gets up with her daughter and friend and begin to exit the car. I hear yet another "ooouuuhhhm.." This time, I can't hide it. I look over directly at him and give him a contemptful glare. I just hate the idea of pressing skin with "some old dude" whom I KNOW has got a hot nut like that...its...disconcerting, and gross.

5/9/2002 07:00:09 PM