First, it amuses me that in the bit I posted this morning, everyone took 'kill' literally. In my mind, he was just pissed off and overexaggerating. It never occured to me that it would come off he would really kill someone. I wonder what it says about me that everyone assumed I meant literal death. I must come off seriously wrong, cause everyone I've ever met considers me an extremely violent person--but only Sammikins, perhaps, has ever really known what it's like to get smacked around by me (and she won most of those fights, but don't tell her I said so). Heh, so it goes.

Oh, how I love riding the bus. No greater source of WTF exists. Todays gem? The dancer. This chick made a phonecall (after pretty much accosting someone to 'borrow' her cell phone), then put on her headphones and started dancing. Like, Flashdance dancing. She just took over the one seat, gripped the pole connected to the front benches, and totally went to town. Even I don't get that lost in my own world. It was equal parts amusing as fuck, and rather impressive - if I'd tried anything even remotely like that, I'd have fallen on my face. The rest of the bus was cracking up, but nice enough at least to keep it quiet - and they actually started clapping when she stopped to get off the bus. It was a crazy, crazy morning.

And now I go to write Christian losing his temper. I had an idea for a Matchmaker drabble, but it seems sort of mean to post a drabble for a story not everyone has read/is able to read.