Apparently my boobs are magic...No fooling...lol. Today at work, pretty easy day being that i only work for 41/2 hours on Friday's. But still I was bouncing off the wall from the 4 cups of coffee early that morning, the office was slow as shit. So I got to play Linkin Park loud as hell and dance around like a fucking nut. Then the comp geek came into check our new computers, apparently he loves my ass, but today with the low cut top instead of my regular scrub top he kept staring at my boobs. In the end with a little bit of accidentally rubbing my breast on him and having to unplug my charger from under my desk (crawling on hands and knees) he decided to install I-tunes on my comp as well as make myspace no longer restricted at my desk either. That was fun.... 
Then came therapy... Apparently I'm a suspicious person. I dont' understand why anyone would want to be my friend. I always suspect them of something more. In all honesty I could understand someone wanting to befriend me in hopes of getting laid, but for no reason other than my sparkling personality kind of throws me off. Am I the only person who feels like this. I dont' fucking know. If you have a clue let me know.