The ferry part III

I just want to start off by saying that I think it's the most hilarious thing when people miss the ferry. Not because I'm actually happy inside that they couldn't run fast enough but because I never thought it was such a big deal. I mean, yeah, you have to get to work on time or the big boss will A)fire you B)Be super pissed and embarrass you C) or they probably won't even notice because they don't give a fuck about who and what you're about.

I bet you're rolling your eyes, I sound naive, I know. All I'm saying is being late might have it's advantages. What if you see the person of your dreams? That would be fucking awesome. Maybe I'm just more laid-back in the aspect of timing. I walk like I'm running from an infant serial killed but my pace still sort of feels slow. Whatever.

But I still think the express train is bullshit. It's just the truth. It's supposed to get you there faster but it's never fast enough. Like I said before people ALWAYS miss the boat, even if you're on  the express.

Anyway, I am currently listening to Don't Worry Baby by The Beach Boys on repeat. I'm not quite sure what is it about this song but it sort of makes me feel dainty and pretty. I can listen to it for countless hours and days. Yes, days. Someone recently said (and by said, I mean I read it on some blog) The Beach Boys is a horrible band name. I wanted to get violent when I heard that. I think their name is brilliant. So fucking simple and great.