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Hi, I'm Heather. I used to have a blog until I discovered that I really liked the tumblr format. I like a lot of things. Topping that list are writing, reading, video games, music, photography, tea, and my friends, not necessarily in that order.
I suspect that this is going to devolve into me posting youtube videos well after they were cool on the internet, but I'm okay with that.
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PSA
Scenario One. You start the 4+ hour bus ride back down to DC from NYC and one of the tires just blew.
You know that you’re not supposed to use the bathroom for anything besides liquids.
Actually, you know the bathroom shouldn’t be used AT ALL when the bus isn’t moving.
But you really, really need to poo.
Scenario Two. You are dancing in a club and you’re feeling rather nauseated.
Actually, make that really nauseated.
…Actually, make that…oh cra-
Scenario Three. You are riding on the metro.
You see your child crossing his/her legs in discomfort.
What do you do? What do you do?
Answer: Do nothing. Allow whatever bodily fluid/excrement to be expunged, on or around the many, many people in your general vicinity.
This post sponsored by my past weekend of unfortunate public incidences.
[I should clarify that said incidences were not caused by me. I was privy to all three, though, and let me tell you - the ol’ gag reflex received a strenuous thrashing.]
