don't think Cat Stevens sat next to someone like this on the peace train
it figures. the train has stood still for 10 minutes and celly mccingular is yapping really loud and Curry O'Stinkfest is sweating profusely next to me
(by the way, I spelled breath with an "e" in the previous post. didn't mean to. the treo keypad is tricky and I can't go back and edit when on the - Stinktrain)
train's moving. but Stinky's leg is pressed up against mine - she's asleep. her head is leaning over towards my shoulder and her mouth is hanging open allowing whatever the funk she had to eat (it certainly wasn't mint) to waft over to my nostrils...
god.
::: plunked in on my treO:::
evening commute... sweaty smelly sock guy:
