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A tale of the constant mischief, mishaps, and mistakes of an impatient, vain, and incredibly honest twenty-something.

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28 June 09

Metro North

I hate it when people sit right next to me on the train. It actually has the potential to make me totally insane and even borderline batshit crazy. It is a 90 minute train ride on the weekends from my parent’s house back to my NYC bubble and I just don’t want anyone sitting right next to me for those 90 minutes. They are almost always fat, or at least on the bigger side, and sometimes I even get someone who smells, or (and this may be worse because my sense of smell is so bad) someone who talks on their cell phone the entire time. Painful and absurd. I would love to sit next to a gorgeous and brilliant 28-34ish year old man or a sweet or funny child, but that’s about it. Everyone else should probably find another seat and leave me alone. And the fact that I’m asleep for most of the ride doesn’t even matter. I’m still opposed to the general invasion of personal space.

Themed by Hunson. Originally by Josh