this moment brought to you by vile-thing.

Quick! Quick! I only have 8 minutes until I need to be someplace dreadfully important.

I'm in the fireplace room at my school where it's supposed to be s-i-l-e-n-t. Conducive to studying-- or sleeping, depending on your mood. Also conducive to canoodling with your boyfriend (referring to couple in the corner, not me) or crotch grabbing as the boy on the couch next to me so graciously just displayed.

I think I may have audibly gagged. That or he just looked over at me to see if I had noticed.

Who, me? Notice you grossly adjusting yourself in public?

Come on, people.