The girls at the back of my bus


For the six years I got the bus from my house to the station to get the train to school. There were three girls who would get on at the back of my bus and have the same fucking conversation every day. They would either bitch about a girl in their group of friends, talk about how amazing / how drunk they were at a house party at least one of them attended, or talk about a boy one of them liked. Often they would combine all these elements into one cohesive story, such as “OMG how good was the party on saturday night? Tom looked so hot! But kate was hitting him the whole night even though she knew I liked him. She’s such a bitch like that.” I’ve actually gone on to meet two of the girls completely separately post high-school. Awks.

NOTE: LONELY KIDS CLUB SUMMER RANGE LAUNCH IS THIS SUNDAY AT OXFORD ART FACTORY! SO MANY AMAZING BANDS PLAYING AND WE’RE DOING SOME CRAZY STUFF WITH THE PLACE. AND ITS FREE!


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