I work at a mental hospital.
Sometimes things get a little rowdy.
Case in point : last Friday
We (there were probably 10-12 staff involved) had to put a patient into a restraint bed and as we were wrestling her, she grabbed on to my left boob and started twisting. As you can imagine, this was not pleasant.
Luckily my dear Celia was there to save the day. She managed to save my boob as the patients wrists were restrained. Unfortunately my shirt was pulled all out of shape. Good thing it wasn't a Threadless but it scares me now to wear them to work.
Also, in the midst of this I told Celia I love her. Which I do. All the guys helping us (we were the only girls involved) thought this was strange. Maybe the timing was inappropriate but I don't care. When somebody saves one of your body parts it's hard to control your emotions :)


Alsoooo, I went to see Kings of Leon last night. It was quite possibly my favorite concert ever. I'm still on a musical high. They were amaaazing