Best Story Ever. (tm)

So, okay. Sam told me this story while I was on the bus heading to NYC this Friday, and I had a really difficult time not laughing outloud and pissing off the entire bus. He was told this by somebody he knows at school. Apparently, this took place in Boston.

( So, this girl was asked to dog-sit for a friend. )

I really hope this is true, too. Just 'cause...you can't make this shit up, you really can't.

ETA: It's pretty much been confirmed as an urban legend. Doesn't make it any less funnier. At least, in my head. *still dying*

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Aww, fuck.

All of mayatawi's talk of HT and clothes and all of her wearing of HOT HOT CORSETS has led me to opening up a new tab, and fuck.

My brain keeps making grabby hands at it. It wants! But it shouldn't, because what if it doesn't fit? And it's kind of pricey! And and and...it's so PRETTY. I don't even know what I'd wear it to. But oh, so pretty!

It would probably look bad. Right? Yeah. Yes. Right. Shouldn't.

Should I?

Wah.

I think it may be my hormones speaking. And the funk I seem to have fallen into. 'Cause I'm all...wah! Want to make self feel better! PRETTY.

Bah.

In other news, my mom, after I came home:

"So, who is that on your background?"

"Callum Keith Rennie, he's Canadian. You like him?"

"Not bad! Only I kept wanting to fix his collar. The entire time. Don't you want to?"

I bit my tongue about what I wanted to do to his collar. I had to work really, really hard not to reveal my true intentions.