Yeah, been waiting over an hour now. Random thought time.

Anklets might make you feel ‘alternative’, but when they’re under a pair of cheap stockings and you’re wearing a business suit, you just look like you’ve sold out to The Man.
The only women that call themselves ‘barren’ are spammers justifying why you are entitled to that inheritance.
If you’re going to chat up schoolgirls, don’t do it wearing a suit.
The first rule of Amber’s uterus is: don’t talk about Amber’s uterus. I won’t tell you the second rule.
I believe that songs are like parasites: if one gets stuck in your head it won’t disappear until you find it a new host.

On the weekend I was at another train station and there she was again, and I’m sure she recognised me and now thinks I’m one of the government spies sent to follow her and apply a bug in her frontal lobe, because this morning she singled me out specifically, stood by my seat and started threatening me. Even I was suprised how little it took for me to give in and walk away.

So yeah, she’s seven types of scary.  But she’s also a few type of awesome too:

1. The rant thing is quite ingenious on her behalf, because while everyone else is arse to cheek, she has a quarter of the platform all to herself. I really don’t know how it is when she’s actually on the train, which can be so full you could consider it sodomy, but it probably is the same. 
2. She catches the same train each day. Being the Ranty Tourettes Woman is no excuse for tardiness, and she knows it.
3. She’s probably correct about the whorishness of most of the people she talks to (but not me, naturally). And requesting that they go and do the action that they are obviously skilled at may be an act of kindness rather than rantiness.
4. Maybe she’s the sane one.

It’s going to be a good birthday.