theinsomniac

So, yesterday I was standing on the metro platform when a sudden gust of wind billowed my t-shirt out. This split-second was just long enough for a BEE to fly UNDER MY SHIRT. I could feel the bastard flying around in there, bouncing around on my chest. So there I am, publicly freaking out, ripping at my clothes, and getting stung to shit.

On a brighter note, I picked up the new World of Darkness books, so the trip was worth it.