train.

Yesterday on my way to Carrie's after work (an offer of vodka won out over painting, sleeping and cooking)I was listening to my ipod loud enough to avoid everything else going on in the world. duh. I started watching a woman, and as much as I feel rude eavesdropping, I decided to see how much sign language i remembered from the 4 years of ASL i took in college. Turns out, she wasn't signing at all, she was just Italian. And probably from Long Island. But it took me a good 5 minutes to figure that out. and then i watched her about 10 minutes later convinced that no one could talk with their hands THAT much and I must be really rusty... but nope. she wasn't deaf. nor was she hard of hearing. nor were the people she was with.

also, i don't know if i look exceptionally good yesterday, or exceptionally bad (such a fine line between the two) but there were at least 6 different old creepy men hard core staring at me in my 45 minute commute.

also, i don't understand the V train. why does it even exist? does it ever leave the 2nd ave stop? I saw 2 F trains go by, and the V was still sitting there.