texts: Really, that's a long time. </s> <s> Yeah, most people just whiz on by like I was invisible or something... or else they're creeps who wanna jam their slimy hands down my pants and twiddle my naughty-naughty. </s> <s> Yikes.
labels: Yeah, icky. This one guy stops and I look in and he's got his thing out waving it around like a drunk monkey.