Sorry for the lack of posts this week - I've been reading a novel and actually working at work, and working out at home. And I've been surprisingly busy. Somehow I have to squeeze laundry in there as well... somewhere.

This morning, I was on the A train when I realized the person that got on at Fulton Street was SO not a woman. I could tell from the back, and then when she turned around I could totally tell by her hands and face - not to mention her feet. And then I thought, shouldn't transvestites dress better than that? She had on this plaid awful oversized blouse and plaid capris - different plaids, mind you!

So when I sat down and she sat next to me, I was highly amused. Doubly amused when I realized you couldn't see where the skirt STARTED that the lady was wearing across from me (also sitting down). She apparently wanted to mix decades: she had on a stonewash sorta-puffy jean/down jacket (you know with the hood - so 80s) and platform Mary Janes (so 90s!). I couldn't tell what the skirt was, but I'm guessing early 21st century mini. If it was one of those trendy poufy ones I would have died right there on the train. My fashion mistakes pale in comparison to these two ladies!!

Oh, and I'm the luckiest girl in the universe - I get to cut work to look at apartments.. possibly for hours. I can't wait to enjoy the Ipod on the way uptown! This makes up for the horrible class tonight with the I-get-stuck-all-by-myself lady who teaches our class.

I'll ramble more later about Todd and what he's said NOW that made me cringe (although not enough to give up the sex.)