noma

so i did not make it to the moma.

but i did take a bus.

and it was not bad. granted, i went about a mile, but still: i was on the bus.

and the bus actually felt kinda comfortable because it rekindled my deep seated hatred of tourists. and nothing makes me feel more at home than when i'm hating tourists. especially the aging frat boy types that are on their way back from the anchor steam plant at rush hour who think it is hilarious to berate public transportation loudly in a packed bus because they are assholes who think no one on the bus speaks english or has ears. then, as they try to exit at the BART station pushing past everyone else who is also trying to get off, think yelling "andele" makes them even more hilarious.

but i will make it to the moma. it's not going anywhere.