Exhibit A

Day: Sixty

Photo taken on Thursday, September 30, 2010 at 745pm in the kitchen.

There is only one key fob to get into the community gym and I will give you one guess where it is not...

Steve likes to be the keeper of the key fob even though you couldn't pay him enough to use the community gym on his own. I have asked him to put the key fob on a key chain I have provided for him yet he continues to leave it on his set of keys. Normally Steve would be home to escort me to the gym but tonight he is out visiting with Paul. This means no key fob. This also means I cannot complete my training for the night which ultimately means I'm sort of angry.

*Emo*

Day: Fifty Nine

Photo taken on Wednesday, September 29, 2010 at night in the guest room.

We decide tonight that the guest room will no longer be called the guest room. From now on we will refer to it as the "Time-Out Room". We had one in Farmingdale for those bad commuting days when I would come home rip-roaring mad because someone's jacket touched me or something ridiculous like that. Our apartment then consisted of a bedroom, living room, kitchen, and bathroom so the only way I could calm down in peace would be to stick me in our walk in closet until I could act like a mature adult again. At least now we have an entire room with furniture that I can cool off in rather than being surrounded by clothes and an ab ball.

Sup?

Day: Fifty Eight

Photo taken on Tuesday, September 28, 2010 at 1030pm in the guest room.

I don't know why I'm throwing a peace sign that resembles a "greater than" sign. I don't know why I pick up shades and put them on Corey Hart style. I don't know why I'm in the guest room either. All I know is that I'm conversing with Pher long distance and he's complaining that I'm being "fidgety" as he talks to me.

Lovahs

Day: Fifty Seven

Photo taken on Monday, September 27, 2010 in Liz's NYC apartment around 1030pm as we eat scrumptious cupcakes from the Two Little Red Hens bakery.

This photo definitely sums up the relationship that Liz and I share: fun. I truly love this picture; right before I snap it Liz busts out laughing because we are in the middle of making a joke about her glass of milk and her expression is priceless. Whenever we meet up the encounter is spent laughing and just plain enjoying each other's company. The strange thing about the time we do spend hanging out (besides being mistaken for lovers) is that time literally flies by and leaves us in the dust. It's so unfair to cut nights short since I have to catch a train so this time around I just stay the night. This way we can go on as many tangents as we want and still hit every conversation point without rushing. Talking with Liz is a wonderful way to spend an evening but sleeping with her is an even better way to spend an evening. ;-)

Scratchies

Day: Fifty Six

Photo taken sometime on Sunday, September 26, 2010 on the floor of the living room.

One of my favorite things in the world (besides picking my nose) is being on the receiving end of a back scratch. When I was a kid I would constantly ask my mom to scratch my back because she's always had long nails and a loving touch. When mom was unavailable for a back scratch I would seek out Grandma Raab (if she was in the house) and she would oblige. Now I badger Steve until he gives in (which is frequent) and a look of pure bliss crosses my face and all the tension leaves my body.

Some people have argued with me that back scratches are not the best feeling in the world because that position is saved for orgasms. But my take on that is: you can give yourself a good orgasm but you can't give yourself a good back scratch.

UFC Fight Night

Day: Fifty Five

Photo taken on Saturday, September 25, 2010 at Buffalo Wild Wings in Deer Park, NY around 11pm.

This is Steve's cousin, Jenn's husband, Mike*. Steve is convinced we are having an affair...that involves food. Mike shares the same love that I have for delectable treats and mouthwatering entrees. Mike can come into a room and whisper "cheesy gordita crunch" and I will hear him and announce to the room we're going to Taco Bell. Him and Jenn will text me pictures of said taco goodness or interesting creations like the Donut Burger which sends me into a tizzy since I can't be there with them to engorge myself. Tonight we feast on my favorite dish ever, buffalo wings, to celebrate Mike's 30th.

Happy Birthday!

*From now on I'll refer to both Jenn and Mike as my cousins because they're awesome and I'm calling them my own.

Halt!

Day: Fifty Four

Photo taken on Friday, September 24, 2010 in the Waldbaum's parking lot (again) in Great Neck, NY at 646pm.

When picking me up for our second job, Steve is forced to go down a different lane because a wonderful driver just stops for no reason, blocking his way to get me in our meeting spot. As he goes down the other way I use the element of surprise and jump out from behind another vehicle Akeem Joffer style. Luckily Steve stops in time.

The Sorting Hat

Day: Fifty Three

Photo taken on Thursday, September 23, 2010 at 714am inside the infamous medical records room.


I'm sure most businesses make you carry photo IDs. We're required by the AAAHC to wear them at all times so patients can identify who works at the surgery center and who just walked off the street. So when important people like the Department of Health make an unexpected visit to the Surge we all look professional. Problem is, I'm the only one who wears it all the time. My coworkers make fun of me for doing it calling it my "bus pass" because it dangles from my neck and is visible to everyone who looks at me. I try to change up my strap as much as possible and it totally clashes with my poor excuse of an outfit but I like wearing it regardless.


This one I picked up in the Harry Potter store and everyone thinks I'm donning a tie today on its debut. When I walk into bossdad's office he says it looks like a St. Anthony's tie. I tell him that's the point because it represents the different houses in Hogwarts. He cocks an eyebrow. I explain: "There are four houses in the school: Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, and Ravenclaw. Gryffindor is Harry's house and they're known for having courage. Syltherin folks are power hungry-"

He cuts me off. "Which one is the pansy house?"

I drop my head and pick up my bus pass. "Hufflepuff," I say dejectedly.

"Thought so," he answers and goes back to work.

Let It Burn, Kate.

Day: Fifty Two

Photo taken on Wednesday, September 22, 2010 on the living room/dining room border at 743pm.

When we are in Epcot, I purchase a new pair of sneakers in Japan because two years ago I found some awesome ones with swans on them and they have held up pretty nicely. This time around I spot a pair (actually one because they keep the right shoe in the back) of olive green with intricate stitching. Upon returning home with them I realize it's time to let my other green pair (Etnies) go because honestly, they're gross. They don't look it in the picture but the suede is beat to crap.

Actually I really didn't have the heart to throw them out so I donated them instead, though I am sure no one would want to wear them for free anyway.

First Pick

Day: Fifty One

Photo taken on Tuesday, September 21, 2010 in our guest room at 418pm with my brand new camera from Steve!


For my birthday back in 2006 I ask my boyfriend at the time for a digital camera. I tell him he doesn't have to get me something really expensive, just a basic model since I tend to drop things like cameras and cell phones and cameras. I wouldn't care if he gets it on sale or clearance for that matter, but the fact that he leaves the 15% off sticker on it because someone was a "previous owner of the item" it kind of stops me in my tracks. The least he could do is take the sticker off, man he doesn't even try to take it off either. There are no scratches at a corner or anything!

And the winner is...

Day: Fifty

Photo taken on Monday, September 20, 2010 at 138pm after our mini golf game at Pirate's Cove in Orlando, FL.


...not Kate. I suck at mini golf. Seriously.

Cheers!

Day: Forty Nine

Photo taken on Sunday afternoon, September 19, 2010 in Club Cool located inside of Epcot in Orlando, FL.

This tucked away hideout is pretty neat since A) it's free and (B) it houses a bunch of Coke products from all over the world. Steve and I agree that the soda from Germany is the best tasting with its refreshing orange flavor. The worst tasting is definitely from Italy; it's supposed to whet your appetite which is the furthest thing from the truth. In all honesty it makes you gag so my theory on this product is to eat first, drink this, gag/puke, then you'll be empty so you can stuff yourself again. Mangia!

In 3D!

Day: Forty Eight

Photo taken on Saturday, September 18, 2010 on line for Philharmagic in Magic Kingdom, Orlando, FL at some point in the afternoon. (Michelle joins us in our Disney adventure for the day!)

I'm not a fan of how every children's movie out now has to be in 3D. I think the only things that should be in 3D are some rides at amusement parks. I feel that our retinas should only be exposed to 3D for short amounts of time like two to three minutes if that, therefore rides are perfect for this exposure. The reason I feel this way is because after watching something in 3D my vertigo acts up, my eyes strain, and I feel nauseous for three hours. 3D can't possibly be good for you.

The first time I experience 3D is in Epcot as a child when I watch Michael Jackson's Captain EO (which by the way, they have brought back to Disney). As a kid we love this stuff, we eat it up, but as an adult it bothers my optic nerve. Though for the quick awesome rides at Disney and Universal, I can definitely stomach it. Christine introduces me to 4D when she's interning in Disney World back in November of 2004. It is then that we start the tradition of taking silly pictures with the 3D glasses and we have been doing this religiously ever since.

Here's the first time we hit up Philharmagic together six years ago. We haven't changed a bit!

Frowny Face

Day: Forty Seven

Photo taken on Friday, September 17, 2010 in the early evening in Epcot, Orlando, FL.

We're learning very quickly that we haven't planned out our Disney days very well. We hit up MGM today but it closes early with no Fantasmic! show until the weekend. We already know that tomorrow is Magic Kingdom which is also closing early due to Mickey's Not-So-Scary Halloween Party so no fireworks then either. That leaves Epcot for some fireworks so we head over to the countries tonight for some dinner and drinkies (and in Christine's case not-so-much dinner but so-much drinkies). We also head to Japan so I can catch Matsuriza, the drummers I am so very fond of but learn that I will not see them perform today because they don't on Fridays. No worries we're back here on Sunday so I'll see them then...not so much. They don't perform on Sundays either.

So the schedules aren't in our favor this time around but we make the best of it with more drinkies and I try on a kimono for the first time with the help of a really nice lady. Oh and I buy more sneakers because you can never have enough sneakers (most girls would say shoes instead of sneakers but I’ve always been a wee bit odd).

Hogwarts a History

Day: Forty Six

Photo taken on Thursday, September 16, 2010 in Islands of Adventure, Orlando, FL in The Wizarding World of Harry Potter. We’re currently on line for Harry Potter and the Forbidden Journey.


I really wish my Potter buddy, Maeve, could have been here for this experience because you literally step into the magical world that is Harry Potter. All the stores from Hogsmeade are present and I enjoy that all the architecture in the town is capped with snow to give the desired effect of all the Christmas-y trips the students take each year. There's even a Butterbeer stand by the Hogwarts Express which I definitely indulged in (we think its cream soda with cream on top but delicious regardless of what it really is). Steve shows immense patience with my giddiness as he provides his own interpretation of John Williams' score as we enter Hogwarts to tour the inside corridors. Christine is also very patient with me throughout the long experience since I want to see and do everything the town has to offer. The HP merchandise alone had me running in circles because I wanted it all!

If you're a crazed Potter fan like me, I highly recommend the trip down to Universal. It's worth it.

I think I'm losing my hair.

Day: Forty Five

Photo taken on Wednesday, September 15, 2010 at night in our Orlando, FL Doubletree hotel suite that Christine scored for us since she works for Hilton.

I have high hopes for my self portrait tonight; I'm going to shoot my happy reunion with Christine. I figure I could snap a quick shot of us joyously hugging and it will be sentimental and pleasant. It could have been all of these wonderous things if yours truly didn't fumble her camera and drop it on its lens, successfully breaking it 35 seconds into the trip.

Yay for bad camera phones!

And yes, that is totally a water bottle full of vodka that Christine brought with her in order to make it through a vacation with us.

Shino

Day: Forty Four

Photo taken Tuesday, September 14, 2010 on the LIRR in Long Island City, NY around 645pm.

What are you still doing in the City Terminal Zone at 645pm at night, you ask? That's a very good question indeed. What am I still doing in Queens at this hour of night? And the answer is quite simple:

Nothing.

As you can plainly see I am doing absolutely nothing but sitting on a stationary train as other trains pass ours by. And by other trains I mean EVERY SINGLE GODDAMN TRAIN COMING OUT OF PENN STATION.

As Bossdad walks me to the 86th Street Station after work today, we joke about the Port Jefferson line and how eastbound times are really quite ridiculous. The week I move to Smithtown, the LIRR cancels the 511pm train home which leaves me the choice of going to Penn Station for an earlier train or working later and taking one of three ridiculously late trains from Hunters Point, like who in the hell wants to take the 630pm? Why is that one even an option?!

Well it would have been a better option than the one I'm on at the moment as I watch the 630pm train pass us as we continue to sit in utter silence with no air conditioning and a nonworking engine. Not until 7pm do the geniuses of the LIRR decide that towing us back to Hunters Point seems like a good idea which I think is a fabulous idea since we have waited for every single Hunters Point train to leave so we can be stranded with no trains at all (meaning back to the city we'll go!). Though they assure us there will be a train to Huntington for us when we get back to the station which I think is a perfect solution for all of us commuters that ride this specific express train to pass Huntington in order to get to the stations after Huntington since ALL OF US LIVE PAST HUNTINGTON!

As we board the train to Huntington I grumble that I would be in Smithtown by now if it wasn't for the conductor who knew there was definitely something wrong with the train but chose to drive it conveniently down the track far enough away that it stranded us for over an hour. They then keep us at the station for an additional 20 minutes just because, and then proceed to tells us (after the doors close tightly) that we will be making additional stops before Huntington so (no) passengers on this train can get off. I think it is very generous of the LIRR to make additional stops for the invisible commuters on our express train.

So now we get to Huntington and they kick us off the train to wait for another one to take us to our respective (real) stops.

And we wait for an additional 15 minutes for said train to get here, all the while they keep apologizing to us. They can stuff their sorries in a sack and buy me dinner instead since I chose today to not pack myself dinner and instead drink something before getting on which definitely proves to be my best commuting idea yet.

I already think it's unfair every day when I get home at the reGoddamdiculous hour of 730pm to start my night so you can only imagine what I'm feeling as I enter my house at 910pm. Let's just say, our apartment complex might be rethinking those quiet hours starting at 10pm...

Weiner Dog!

Day: Forty Three

Photo taken on Monday, September 13, 2010 on the bedroom floor after the daily shower.

Apparently while we were showering, our new Halloween decoration (gifted to us by Moma) got into the first bag of Brach's Mellow Pumpkins of the season. I honestly can't blame Weiner Dog, they are so much better than regular candy corn.

Smooth Criminal

Day: Forty Two

Photo taken on Sunday, September 12, 2010 on the floor of my bedroom after the daily shower. (Moma likes to call this process "creaming my body" which makes me cringe a little at the word cream and I always shout out, "LOTION!" instead.)

I try shaving my legs for the first time in Grandma Raab's bathroom before I go into the 7th grade. I fail miserably at it, nicking myself twice and learning how much a shaving cut will hurt even after the bleeding stops. I thought it would be like how I shave my underarms but find the contours of the legs much harder to navigate than a pit. A week later I confess to my cousin, Sarah, that I am petrified to try again and she assures me it just takes some practice. We get in our bathing suits and sit in her bathtub and she carefully shows me how to shave properly. She is the only person to this day that I have ever allowed near me with a blade. Sarah cautiously shaves my shins without nicking me and gives me confidence to try again on my own later in my shower. A week later as Moma and I sit on the stairs talking, my mom rests her hand on my leg and notices the smoothness. I get embarressed as I tell her that all the other girls are starting to shave and I looked so hairy compared to them. She then takes me upstairs and gives me a lotion bottle, letting me in on the feminine secret that rubbing lotion on your legs after a shave makes them even smoother. Fast forward to our 7th grade trip when Annie places her hand on my knee to get my attention and looks shocked at how evenly her hand runs back on forth on my skin. "Smooth!" she exclaims. "Nantucket Briar lotion," I reply.

And since that fateful day of Moma opening my eyes to the wonders of lotion, I make sure to lather myself up real good whenever I exit the shower. Of course the process of lotioning has reached extreme OCD measures with me using six different lotions and moisturizers in certain locations of my body with rules on how they are used and applied. At the end of the ritual I clap once which signifies the completion of the act of lotioning and Steve sighs dramatically from the other room with a: "Finally!"

Never Forget

Day: Forty One

Photo taken on Saturday, September 11th, 2010 around 2pm in Sai as I was driving home from the Preserve in Massepequa, NY.

Today is a difficult day for Americans. To relive what happened that cloudless Tuesday morning is painful and extremely hard to watch the events play out again on our TV screens. I know I couldn't do it this morning when Steve put on Asuma and I heard the names being read. I asked him to change the channel right away, knowing that 9 years later I still can't handle the emotions that bubble to the surface when I think back to that day. I think back to how people in Colorado handled the situation, they were shocked and sad but their lives went on because they weren't affected by it like we were. How terribly alone I felt when I received the call a week later that our family knew someone in the buildings that didn't make it out. Feeling completely helpless that I couldn't comfort my friends and family because I was trapped so far away from my home.

So today I run my 8.5 miler in honor of those we lost and those that were heroes today. I don a flag pin on my running shorts and I think about how much I love this country and how proud I am of those who are fighting for us over in the Middle East. They have my support and utmost respect.

So today we should all remember, and never forget.

To Grahm!

Day: Forty

Photo taken on Friday, September 10, 2010 around 10pm at night in our living room.

It's the year 2001 and I'm a sophomore in college. I'm vacuuming my dorm room when the call comes in. A vice clamps around my heart and I dissolve into tears as I try to say goodbye to Grandma Raab. All I hear are shallow breaths in my ear and I babble as much as I can to her, hoping that she can hear me where ever her soul may be at this point until my father comes on and asks me if I want to come home tonight or tomorrow. "Tomorrow night," I choke out, "Grahm would want me to go to my classes tomorrow and then come home."


Little did I know that this decision would probably change my life forever and also keep me from ever saying a proper goodbye to one of the most precious people I hold dear to me. No one could have asked for a better grandmother: she was kind and generous, she would let me crawl into her bed when she stayed over so I could run my hands over her soft skin of her arms as I begged her to tell me the same story of her shoe falling off in the subway, she saw countless movies with all of us, bought us anything we wanted when we visited her in Fresh Meadows, and she also took me to every major building in NYC ranging from the "waterfall building" (Trump Tower) to the World Trade Center.


To this day, I still tear up when I think of her fondly, especially if I open up the sealed bag that contains her scarves I used to play dress-up in and inhale her sweet scent that still clings to the fabric. So on this day, I make sure to celebrate her life since the tragic happenings of September 11th kept me from flying home to New York the day after she passed. Grandma Raab always had A&W rootbeer cans in the fridge and Pepperidge Farm cookies in her cabinets (Lidos mostly since it was her favorite but have been discontinued unfortunately). In 2002, I decide to start a tradition that my dad fully supports as well as Moma and the Sibs, that we will all crack open a can of A&W and a bag of Milanos to toast a wonderful woman that will forever hold a special place in our hearts.


I love you, Grahm!

Yatta!

Day: Thirty Nine

Photo taken Thursday, September 9, 2010 around 9ish while sitting on the Schneider's old leather couch while BLOGging.

I have kept the promise so far to take a picture everyday but I have not been the best about getting them up daily. It is very hard to update with the schedule I keep but I do try. I don't know about you but if I could be like Nakamura Hiro I would totally freeze time and make sure to bring you recent posts day of. But sadly, I am not Hiro-san and superheroes do not exist so this is what you get.

Icing

Day: Thirty Eight

Photo taken on Wednesday, September 8, 2010 in the dining room area of our apartment after my training run for The Great Cow Harbor 10k (which I'm not racing in this year but want to train for it for fun anyway).

Steve is my own personal sports medic; he's truly the best. After every time I run whether it's a track workout, speed run, short easy run, or a long haul, he's there ready for me when I return to wrap and ice any part of my body that hurts. The pain that used to radiate in my left calf has now moved down to my foot instead since getting new kicks (solve one problem create another). The right foot automatically gets wrapped due to me fearing a repeat stress fracture. There is no way I want to be out of commission for three months again and especially not now since I've come so far in my training for the Diva half marathon.

The best memory I have of my stress fracture is the night before my wedding when my family plus Christine and Steve are congregating in my parents' hotel room, sharing a drink and some laughs when Kim suddenly turns to me and says, "You're not actually going to wear that cast tomorrow are you?"

I look down at the monstrosity on my right leg that I have been donning for two weeks now and shrug. It looks like a moon shoe and reaches up to almost my knee but I've already grown quite attached to it. "I'm going to wrap it in an ace bandage to start but if it hurts I'm going to have to put the cast back on at the reception."

Kim looks horrified at my answer. "You are NOT wearing that under your dress. Don't be an asshole, Kate."

At this point, Christine laughs because she finds the whole thing comical. I try to assure Kim that it won't be in any of the wedding pictures but she still shakes her head at me for being so stupid for breaking my foot two weeks before my big day. I have to agree with her, I was careless with my running mileage and upped it too fast. So after we finish up our drinks and Steve heads back to our place in Farmingdale, Christine and I make our way back to our respective rooms. The whole way there Christine keeps giggling about Kim calling me the A word. The next day whenever a good moment arises she makes sure to repeat that phrase to me and it makes me laugh. Even to this day, Christine will find the most opportune moment to say the phrase:

"Kate, don't be an asshole."

Sweet T

Day: Thirty Seven

Photo taken on Tuesday, September 7, 2010 around 8ish in the living room.

I have one of those "girly emotional days" so by the time I get home I'm a tad wound up. After a short stern talking to with Steve, I opt for a drink to cool me down and start to forget what I was mad about in the first place.

Wait no, I still remember. Maybe I should have another one...

Holiday Road

Day: Thirty Six

Photo taken on Monday, September 6, 2010 in the hallway at 845am.

Kim bought me these comfy pjs for my birthday this year and today when I put on my sports bra I finally could see the decal on it clearly (usually it's hidden under my saggy boobs). The moment I see it I have one thought...The Griswolds going to the beach. Swap out that surfboard for an oversized Christmas tree and you have yourself a National Lampoon stay wag.

BBQ Bash

Day: Thirty Five

Photo taken on Sunday, September 5, 2010 in Jen's mom's backyard in Huntington Station around 8pm.

While the band is playing a bluesy set, Angelo, Diana, Alex (loving his eye crease smile here!), Jen, Steve and I try desperately to take a group shot. I have to say, this is the worst picture of me yet but I love it just the same. Maybe it's the fact that this is like the fifteenth time we've taken it because for some reason I keep cutting myself or Angelo out of the picture. Steve even tries to steady my hand then run back into place but I keep moving. And everyone is so cool about it too; no one is letting me get out of it with just half a cheek in the frame. I think we've successfully blinded the bass player with the flash but this group of people at the Labor Day BBQ is so chill no one reprimands us for excessive picture taking.

The party is a blast with the biggest bar selection I have ever seen plus a smorgasbord of home cooked items that are mouth-watering gooooood. By the time us girls make the trek to the kitchen for some dessert items, we find the cookies we brought have already vanished but it doesn't stop me from loading down my plate with several different types of brownies!

This is a perfect way to end a great summer: awesome company, rockin' tunes, and lots of feel-good food. Thanks for the invite Jen & Angelo!

Neighborhood Watch

Day: Thirty Four

Photo taken on Saturday, September 4, 2010 at 648pm on our way back to our apartment complex.

Today Steve and I explore another neighborhood to run in. On our way there we pass a stretch of pavement littered with broken Snapple bottles. As I carefully maneuver around the mess I grumble about how someone was real mad about Snapple to which Steve replied: “Maybe they were mad that it was made from the second best stuff on earth.”

The new neighborhood consists of two dead ends and one straight away. It serves its purpose because each loop is a little over a mile and I only have to pass the same people four times until I reach my intended goal. I snap this photo as we trudge on home, chatting excitedly about how we're going to make some Sweet Tea when we get back...and not smash it all over the ground.

Bender

Day: Thirty Three

Photo taken on Friday, September 3, 2010 at 945pm looking out onto our balcony.

Steve wants to retake the picture (so he could be in it) but after seeing that I look like I have glowing robot eyes we decide it's a keeper.

During one of our phone conversations today, Steve keeps making My Name is Earl jokes and it takes me awhile to figure out exactly why...they named the current hurricane that. So this is me looking out at the horrible rain storm that is sweeping through Smithtown at the moment. I don't know how we will survive this one.

And I thought he was "just trying to be a better person"...

Friendly Fun

Day: Thirty Two

Photo taken on Thursday, September 2, 2010 at the Commack Friendly's around 10pm.

Frank, Heather, Justin, Jon, and my big ass head are celebrating the new life Michelle is about to start down in Florida this upcoming weekend. We occupy two tables for a few hours to just sit back and laugh and enjoy each other's company. We're all going to miss Michelle and her silliness but we all understand that this is what she truly wants. I love Heather's line of: "I said I would support any decision you made but I didn't say I was going to like it." This basically sums up how we're all feeling tonight as we part ways.

Good luck, Michelle! I hope you find what you are looking for down in Florida! :-)

MOVE!

Day: Thirty One

Photo taken on Wednesday, September 1, 2010 on the LIRR in the Northport area.

As you can clearly see, no one is in the two-seater directly across from us yet this beefy man continues to sit next to me. I am giving him the "WTF?! Hand" which is a gesture I do when I am completely baffled by something. Today, I am baffled as to why this smelly individual has not moved even though many seats on the car are vacant. He is the type of man the exudes body heat too and I accept the fact that I'm stuck with him from Jamaica when he gets on but I can't accept the fact that he is still sitting next to me when he doesn't have to. I'm even staring openly into his face too, with my eyebrows raised as if to say, "You can stop sitting next to me now." I know he can feel me staring at him yet he keeps his eyes forward into the seat in front of him. I then do the "Incredulous Move" which is me sitting forward in my seat, pinning him with a stare, straightening up to look around the car with a loud sigh, pinning him with another stare, then slamming back into my seat in a huff.


He still doesn't move.


Now you're just plain creepy.

I HATE when men do this to me. It makes me overly anxious to be crowded in when I don't need to be. I even asked my dad what he would do in this situation and he said he would move the minute two seats opened up. So I'm starting to wonder why is it I constantly get these type of people that like encroaching on my personal space?


I think I'm going to invest in a bull horn. I think that might do the trick.