July 27th, 2006
|09:16 am - Make-up redux|
The waifish girl from yesterday's bus ride to work was on the bus again this morning despite the fact that I was running later than usual. Once again she was applying make-up. I think this rules out performance art and that she has simply adopted this as her routine.
I feel oddly like a know her a little bit now. She was wearing the same cute shoes she had on yesterday but had traded pinstriped pants for polka-dotted dress. If she's on the bus tomorrow I shall have to ask about this habit of applying make-up on the bus.
Current Mood: confused
She's not "applying make-up on the bus." She's "getting ready for work."
It's called I hate mornings and I'm running late again.
|Date:||July 27th, 2006 02:33 pm (UTC)|| |
Well, doing the latter by doing the former, I'm sure. One thing I'm curious about is what sort of work she does and if it causes the dark circles under her eyes.
Be careful. There's a very fine line between "curious kind-hearted stranger" and "scary stalker guy," and you probably don't realize exactly where it is.
|Date:||July 27th, 2006 02:42 pm (UTC)|| |
Oh yes. I'm quite aware that my appearance often puts me into the "why is that guy talking to me?" area, particularly for young women on the bus. I try not to stare and keep to myself but if I keep encountering her I may find myself striking up a conversation.
I have dark circles due to insomnia and allergies. I've made them worse by staying up too late out partying at the bar when I knew I had to get up early. Such is life.
What it is I'm sure she has her reasons.