This morning, Meghann and I boarded the number 12 bus as usual, with the same bus driver as usual. Except this morning, bus driver did something a little different. We were stopped at a stop light, when I hear a strange sound and look up. Bus driver was CLIPPING HIS FINGERNAILS. At the stop light. Gross. GROSS. Time and place man! Time and place! Yeesh.

This weekend I hung out at the gay pride festival. More on that to come.