magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

Today's commute was brought to you by the letters J and Z and the colour Grey.

A girl got on the L a stop or two after me. She was wearing a shirt that Stef owned. She didn't really look anything like Stef though. 'Maybe about the same height,' I thought. I looked her up and down. And on her feet, a pair of shoes that Stef owned. At Bedford a seat opened up and after she sat down I noticed that her hands, or at the very least her thumbs, were also like Stef's. But not her face, though she was certainly cute in her own right. And not her jacket or her bag. And she betrayed no sense of what was playing on her iPod and soundtracking her commute.