Side note: did this dude just touch me?????!!!!!! Jesus

Also, don’t be hood and scatter your tootsie pops all over the seat next to you when there are people on the train that need to sit down.

Finally, I hate when someone sits next to me in these tight seats and their body heat just makes it all hot like they’re their own freakin solar system or something :-/

Call DFCS

I can’t even imagine who or what created this funk.

Then I need to “chill out” because I say that you invaded my personal space? Help me, Lord

2.:if you need to cough that much, get off the damn train before you infect all of us!!

3.: I seriously don’t need your cough molecules dancing around my water bottle

4.: I’m glad you like my nails but I’m wearing earphones…universal sign for “shut up talking to me!”

5.: your smell shouldn’t give me a picture of what your domicile is like

6.: your lashes look like church fans glued to your eyes

7.: the fact that u think it’s ok to wear that and do your hair and makeup like that makes me sad for society

Just sayin

Folks who take MARTA regularly know that after a while, you get a seat or spot on the train you’re accustomed to.

I’m just saying..I get so tired of this biased debate over the need to improve transit all the time. Newsflash folks, if ethnic people want to come to your part of town, they’re gonna do it regardless of public transportation.

2.) Sorry but this little guy to my left looks like a non tanned oompaloomp who will yell “IT PUTS THE LOTION ON IT’S SKIN OR IT GETS THE HOSE AGAIN” at us at any.moment

3.) You’re not supposed to be bigger than the seat and then roll your eyes at me because your thigh is all on my knee.

4.) This old woman with this pack of Newport stuffed in the middle of her cleavage is freakin disgusting

5.) For the zillionth time, I’m wearing headphones, and I’m texting and I have my I’m Gonna Get You Sucka I Got Crampssss face on….why are you talking to me and why is your gold toof (yes, toof) chipped? These thugged out lesbians are as aggressive as the dudes!

#mylife

Oh but wait….it is the ultimate ignorant sh**…that cashing out song just came on. Ugh…not good to fill your head with bullshit so early in the morning. That music is loud as hell and he got the nerve to be trying to go to sleep!

My bag is kind of invading his personal space. He keeps moving around, sort of hinting that he would like me to move the bag. My instinct is to be polite and move it but since he’s polluting my eardrums, he must suffer.

Forgive me for imagining the demise of some loud hood rats.

Forgive me for cursing the sight of a train packed with folks headed to opera night club.

Amen

-fate

-scripture (THE #1 WARNING SIGN OF CRAZINESS WHEN ENGAGED IN A CONVERSATION–MUTUAL OR 1 SIDED–WITH A PASSENGER)

-womb (RING THE FREAKIN ALARM!!!)

-beauty

and, finally, after a one sided conversation that lasted 5 stops, he says “you made me [yeah right] miss my stop because I was enjoying this conversation. I will just get off at your stop and catch the train back to my stop…”

and, damn it if I’m not in the window seat, so he’s got me locked in! Ugh! LOL

My problem is I’m too polite. When I realize some bugaboo is talking to me despite the hot pink earphones IN my ear, I take the one closest to their big annoying head out of my ear and say “huh?”. That’s my biggest mistake. I should be a bitch and say nothing and allow you to carry on this conversation with yourself like the crazy-talk-to-herself-in-the-window-lady.

Coincidentally, my ipod played the song Dreams Money Can Buy (‘dont f*** wit me don’t f*** wit me’) LOL

He started his sermon with yelling  “Where My Grady Babies?!?!???” over and over again and was so upset that no one raised their hands (that was funny)….this is only a snippet of standard MARTA foolishness lol

Then there’s the loud, bad ass kids that parents let act crazy on the other side of the train… *Jesus*