Review # 165: Bus Pass
Wednesday, December 6th, 2006My car broke down in August. I have yet to make any attempt to remedy this, although I should since I’m moving at the end of this month. I hate moving. Since then I’ve taken the bus everywhere, stupidly paying for each trip, scrounging for change every time. Today I decided to bite the bullet and buy an unlimited ride pass.
When I did this I felt a sting in my most sensitive spot…my wallet. I did the math and it would take 36 rides to make the $54.00 pass worth my money. I assure you I will be taking at least that many rides. It will be nice to have it handy, not having to dig through my change jar every time I have to go to work. And it sure beats hitting my boyfriend up for bus fare everytime we go somewhere.

These bubbles don’t work half bad. They do, however, run down the wall of the tub, so it left streaks the first time, then I did it again. If you spray real slow the foam builds up alittle more and isn’t as runny. It didn’t get all the soap scum out of the tub, but there’s this sort of perfect square of scum forming where the scrubbing bubbles work in the area AROUND the square, but not IN it. This makes me think it’s not the product’s fault but something under the enamel of my tub. who knows.


Steph thought I should put a picture of the bike up. I thought it was a moped and was going to make some crack about how I know she’s a girl but it’s no excuse to do things half-assed. She swears it’s not a moped because you don’t have to pedal it. She trailed off saying “But it’s an automatic clutch, so it’s not like a real motorcycle…” Fucked if I know.



