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Wednesday Jun 29, 2005

Jun 29, 2005
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fuck there is a lot of dirtbags and creepy people in this town.

prime example. today the grossest thing ever happened to me. im on the bus on my way back from a fun few days with a very hot boy and we stop in brantford where like 20 people decide to get on the bus and so some really really fat disgusting guy asks to sit beside me and being the polite person i can be i said okay even though i knew i wouldnt enjoy it.

this guy took up his seat AND half mine so i was like squished in the corner trying my best not to touch him because he was fucking gross and he smelt of B.O. so anyhoo we leave and i notice that he is closing his eyes...thats cool...but then five minutes later his hand which was placed on his lap is now sliding down and touching my leg...he notices and then moves it...so i figure no big deal it was an accident. this repeated about three times. then the next time his hand fell down and touched my leg but he kept it there and then this time he decided to continue to RUB my leg... puke i actually had to yell "HEY!!!!!" to get him to stop and he was like "OH, sorry" and then i tried my best to move FURTHER into the corner. pfft. give me a break like you didnt notice that your hand was doing that...let me guess, you were sleeping and you thought you were waking up to your wife?. i couldnt even look at him to see his reaction but he is one lucky man because i was sooo ready to fucking clock him. EW. fuck. thank god i only had to sit beside him for 15 minutes until we got to hamilton.

so that is my story. frown since i went through such torture and all i feel that everyone should go to my new wishlist and buy me something to feel better biggrin confused
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braddn:
wow I just joined up and you added me. hahaha that was fast. Thanks for the friend add. smile
Jun 29, 2005
arden:
ewww I would of told him no he smelt bad...
Jun 29, 2005

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