"you're the coolest person i know, and you don't even try"

THIS IS A REBLOG

" Now, coming back home on the train, (Glen Waverley line, which no one takes, man) I was sitting in my seat blasting sweet, sweet music into my ears. And then a MASSIVE horde of male testosterone came flitting on board.

GET YOUR FUCKING BLAZER OFF OF MY FACE.

I'm not being petty or up my self, I swear. It's just really, really annoying when people invade my personal space bubble. Okay, so maybe on a train during peak hour, that's a little harder to avoid, but dude, there was like ten gazillion feet of aisle between where I was sitting and the Horde. So therefore, it's not that hard to remove your arm from the handle so that I am not freaking trapped in a little triangular corner. And it's also not that difficult to take one teeny step backwards so that your crotch, hairy legs, and blazer flap are all not in my face. Like two millimetres from my nose.

So, moving on... "