Lately, I've been forgetting I am in public. Hilarious? Yes. Practical? No. A few weeks ago, I was walking home from my bus stop after dark. There was no one behind me and no one coming towards me. I took the appropriate vigilant measures to make sure not to act like a freak in front of other humans.
Dearest reader, I have a confession to make. I love white rapper music(also sometimes legit rap music by serious rappists, but mostly gag-rap by men with troubled pasts and mock cocaine addictions). The pinnacle of this love affair with white rappers is the one and only, Dirt Nasty.
I managed to embarrass myself further over the next weeks by describing a professor's luscious auburn beard. Going into full detail how it is at that magical state when it becomes soft and luxurious to touch with the perfect ratio of length to fullness. Turns out he decided to walk by again...as I was saying all this with passion and conviction. Friends laughing hysterically, my face so flushed it felt like my skin would melt off, and the professor probably extremely flattered and creeped out, a grand time was had by all. Thankfully, he is my friend's former professor, and I don't plan on taking any history classes so I think we're golden.