I saw the sickest shit ever.

Okay, maybe it’s not the sickest shit ever. Some people may actually think that it’s a beautiful thing, but I’m Bitter Betty (with a boyfriend who I haven’t seen for most of our relationship–but I digress).

I’m on my way from Manhattan and I’m listening to my music and holding on to my Burger King for dear life because the bag got torn while going through the turnstiles. I’m chilling, and I see two people get on the train–a man and a woman. They’re obviously a couple, and they have no qualms expressing it. As soon as they get on the train, they go into kissy-kissy phase. There’s nothing wrong with a little peck on the lips. These fools come on the train and start making out. Then they get a seat, and they’re talking for maybe 5 minutes before the lip-lock starts again. And again. They made out about 5 times during the duration of the ride.

Gets better? Sure it does. The guy goes another step further and reaches down the girl’s top. I swear it; I wanted to throw a damn onion ring at the fool. But I had to keep the rage down, and so this is the result–an entry speaking of it.

This is the kind of PDA that you should be arrested for. Keep the fondling and making out in the fucking bedroom and out of the sights of children and Bitter Betties who would murder for some affection in their lives.

Otherwise, life has been wonderfuckingful.