Excuse me, maybe you should see a doctor.

So to lighten the mood a little here, I will tell you a funny (true) story.

I was sitting on the bus in my usual imitation of men with swollen ball syndrome (I mean, like over 85% of the male population suffers from this, someone should look into it. It must be so painful for them to carry these obviously huge things around with them each day. I mean if your balls are so big and painful that you have to sit with your legs as far apart as physically possible on public transport then maybe you should consider getting them removed. Seriously, SBS could lead to other major health problems. I still have no idea how these men can walk around with these things, let alone do anything else. Really what's your secret? I can't even tell that your balls are the size of basketballs from your pants, you all must have something to strap them down with, it's amazing.)

So anyway, back to the story. A woman got on the bus (actually a lot of people got on the bus) and she looked at me (and the guy next to me who, poor dear, if he had swollen ball syndrome wasn't able to sit in his "comfortable" position) and said "Oh mhy god! You have swollen ball syndrome!" I, of course, was pleasantly surprised by this and exclaimed "Only when I'm sitting around guys! It's the craziest thing! I don't know why that happens." She then said, "Oh I know, that's the only time I have it too, it's really weird. Maybe someone should study that phenomenon."

Sometimes I love my life.

Oh, and my friend recently decided to change their blog from a poetry one to a blog blog (with writing being a part of it still) and you should all go check it out Buried Voices