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Mean Things I Think on the Bus

“Your spiral perm and Sharpie-esque eyeliner lead me to believe you are like every girl I hated in junior high.”

My Favorite New Things Downtown

-The LED displays that tell what time your bus or train is coming.  (Thing that hasn’t changed: the way people line up on the sidewalk in a preordained hierarchy of bus entry, and get all mad if a new person comes to ride and upsets the natural order.  I guess junior high and buses will always be united.)

-How this time I am the woman with cute shoes zipping through the skyway, instead of the pregnant, waddling woman past whom she is zipping (sorry, pregnant girl – your day will come – and, hey, congratulations!).

Super Weird Things About Me

-I cannot run down stairs.  Up, but not down.

-Bad grammar in song lyrics bugs me an unnatural amount, especially when it’s not necessary to make the rhythm work out.  Lady Gaga, please tell me why you and I can’t have a bad romance.

-After I eat a really big meal or unhealthy snack, I brush my teeth for an extra long time.  I think part of me believes that undoes the calories I’ve eaten.

-I love first kisses in movies and on TV.  I have watched my favorite ones so many times that if we still had VHS, there would be holes in the tapes.  I have sort-of-seriously considered making myself a greatest hits DVD so I could watch them all together.

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About Grape

I've got the world's best kids and husband. Great house, steady job. I'm living the American dream. The trick is to appreciate it. I'm working on that part.
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