'Thcuth me Thirr

...or, "pleath get your penith out of my fathe"

Again with the bus drama. Why is it that every time I get on the bus something annoying happens? I seriously need to find a job where I can drive to work. Seriously? Seriously.

Today I get to work with the sneaking suspicion that I left my car unlocked at one of the city's most heavily vandalized parking lots. So I spent the morning minorly freaking out about that. Thankfully my buddy, Brad, was off work today and about a mile up the road, so he graciously agreed to stop by and check for me. It was locked, by the way.

Then, as if my day wasn't stressful enough, I got onto the bus with a few pieces of cake on my lap, my iPod set to Tori, and a good book in my hands. I was prepared to slip into an environment of tranquility. The bus was packed, which is never good (except last week when I had to stand nose to nose with a really hot guy). Today, I was reading and looked up at one of the bumps in the road to see some stranger's dick in my face. Ok, he was wearing pants (the man, not the dick), but they were paper thin and I could tell he was was not "intact" if you know what I mean. It was a mere inches from my face. If he would have gotten happy, I would have been blinded. Unfortunately, looking further north I realized he was not attractive.

Oh well. Just one of those days.

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