bus thing again. in yes i'm aware it's 2016.

so the last time I wrote about a bus thing was the 27th.of june. i’ve been at my mom’s since.
So the wk. of the........er before the arts fest i think well.So my mom lives on 5th. and we get to 5th the bus and I’m all ready and...........the bus lady drives all the way to 21st to drop the lady off at a hosital. since apparently it’s too much work to drop me off first.
and then.........on............uh Thurs. when I got to my mom’s the guy the bus driver guy asked if anyone was at the house. and he’s like ‘i’ll knock on the door’ and i’m ‘well i’m from here so’. It bothers me that during the day they walk w/ me to the door. that really isn’t neccessary I don’t require that much assistance. also i don’t like attentive people.
ok so then Fri. when the lady’s car er van i mean her van. anyway yes when the van got to the school the driver asked [a different one than the Thurs. one] ‘is that your caretaker?’ uh well i’m not 80.i’m also not an english garden. [of the flower variety since apparently they also call their yards gardens for some strange reason]. when I talk about her to people i refer to her by name. but like in my blog/on fb I say ‘the lady’. yeah i usually don’t use people’s names...........and if anything i’d prefer the bus people refer to her as my ‘roommate’...........well in a way that might be true ............we do occupy the same living space...........it’s just well.she gets paid to have me live w/ her. well ok the gov’t pays her i don’t personally pay.her. [oh and to avoid arguing about semantics i told the bbus guy ‘yeah’].