Wandering through the woods

Because shellaby claims that after 4 years at Williams and a bajillion years at Harvard after that, she no longer reads "words" and just looks at photos, I have decided to summarize Boston with some representative pictures stolen from people on Flickr.


This is like Kim BEFORE Boston:






This is like Kim AFTER Boston:




Or something like that. Maybe like this. Yay!

So, though I had a lovely time this weekend visiting Simon and his beautiful wife Ann (and photos shall arrive sometime soonish), and I enjoyed seeing Josh/Shelley for the brief time I saw them, I would like to say this: I always forget how much I hate traveling on buses.

Buses make me irritable, bus sick, pissed off at people who don't know how to modulate their voices, utterly disgusted at the halitosis of neighbors who've never heard of breath mints, desperately wishful of a reality where I didn't know how to speak Chinese on the Chinatown bus, and generally... ready to go kill someone.

I brought knitting needles with me. There was some asshole on the subway ride home who was busking was singing off key, and he has NO IDEA how lucky he was that I didn't try to stick the fucking needles through his fucking eyes.

I would like to announce this for future reference: next time I go travel to see someone, it will be when I have more money, and I'll fly or take a train. No more buses EVER AGAIN. EVER.