Emo wanking is like any other kind of wanking--best done in private!
Swedish summers, huh. Nice and sunny all day - a bit cold in the morning, though - and then all of a sudden hailstorm. I was dry and safe inside my train heading home, but it was a bit of a surprise to have the sky just open up like that.
P-kun, who was still at work, sent a text detailing how car alarms were going off all around him, and he was quite worried that the roof windows wouldn't last (well, of course they did).
Hmm, what else.. oh, yeah, M-san at work told us the story of why she's slightly afraid of beards. Once a sunny day she boarded a bus for a somewhat longish journey. Across from her sat a quite unsanitary man who, well, hadn't grasped the finer points of hygiene. After a while, she noticed something moving in his great beard, and focusing upon this, she realized to her horror that it was insects. So. Well. Yeah.
Apparently there was a girl sitting next to him too, lodged between the man and the window. Most probably she didn't notice the horror next to her, I mean, since she didn't panic or anything.
Weeeeee~ll. Now I distressed myself into spilling coke down my cleavage. Yuck, sticky.
P-kun, who was still at work, sent a text detailing how car alarms were going off all around him, and he was quite worried that the roof windows wouldn't last (well, of course they did).
Hmm, what else.. oh, yeah, M-san at work told us the story of why she's slightly afraid of beards. Once a sunny day she boarded a bus for a somewhat longish journey. Across from her sat a quite unsanitary man who, well, hadn't grasped the finer points of hygiene. After a while, she noticed something moving in his great beard, and focusing upon this, she realized to her horror that it was insects. So. Well. Yeah.
Apparently there was a girl sitting next to him too, lodged between the man and the window. Most probably she didn't notice the horror next to her, I mean, since she didn't panic or anything.
Weeeeee~ll. Now I distressed myself into spilling coke down my cleavage. Yuck, sticky.