Mood? Observant. Discoveries? Perversion.

As I sit here listening to Martha and the Vandellas, I am left to contemplate and reminisce about the various perversions I have witnessed in the past couple of days. Martha has nothing to do with perverts, I just happen to be listening to her right now on my break, that's all. Also, her song "Nowhere to Run" was on at the sandwich place, so I felt inclined to listen to it without the white noise of fellow District of Columbians belting out there orders. But I digress, yet again.

It's a scary world out there and odds are you're going to run into a pervert. Much like I did yesterday on my afternoon Metro ride. This particular creeper first asked me if he could sit by me (unnecessary kindness is your first clue to picking out an "up to no good" pervert), then proceeded to look over at my i pod and discuss his taste in music with me. Now, you may be thinking "That's not so bad. She's just being paranoid." Well, that my friends is how you end up in the bottom of a pit being asked to rub lotion on your skin. You can never be too careful! Also, his taste in music was SO Patrick Bateman. All I know is if he started talking to me about "Lady In Red" I would have instantly ripped out my mace and yelled "fire!". I'm seriously contemplating taking my boyfriend's advice and taking a pocket knife with me on the Metro...No, wait, I still think that's ridiculous and creepy to boot. Not to mention a knife could easily be wielded onto a victim. Mace and tasers ought to do it.

Another source of perversion, you ask? First story not enough? Vern Troyer has a sex tape. In which he proceeds to "make love" to his girlfriend 3 times. Chew on that for a while.



...And those are my thoughts thus far.