Because It's Better To Be Irrational With Me Than Rational With Someone Else ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The Bug Story At the bus stop today, the biggest bug I have ever seen flew into my shirt. Into my bra, to be exact. So here I am, with tons of witnesses, digging into my bra to "rescue" the trapped bug. Failing at this, I proceed to flash everyone of the witnesses of this exciting incident by lifting my shirt. The bug flies away; male witnesses clap. In the bus I kept checking my breasts to make sure no other bugs fly out of my bosom. I mention the incident to a coworker I share an office with. Then I complain about the fear of bugs creeping on my body. I listen to music, and indeed I feel bugs crawling. Tons of bugs. I try to shake it off, but more come back, suddenly I jump, scream, and in the corner of my eye, I see HM holding a piece of paper he was tickling me with and laughing uncontrollably. I fall off my chair. 12:46 a.m. - July 17, 2009 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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