He he, poor thing, I feel with her. :3

Umm, isn't the proper expression "feel for her"? because the way you said it sounds a little... *ahem* XD

Oh well, blame my bad English for it if you want. He he. >=3

aww. when it comes thick, it comes thick like a buick. :P poor lady, loosing everything in public: sandwich, suitcase, pants, dignity... control freak's wet nightmare.

It's a burnt toast actually XD

...jumping into her face straight from the toaster? she better duck for cover. :)

heh, nah, she just didn't have time to take it out in time, or do another one to replace it, and just went with it XD

doesn't help her much right now, it seems. :)

Well, to be fair, I don't think there're many things that could help her in that situtation XD

Yep, I know THOSE mornings. I don't look nearly as good when they happen to ME though XD

for some it works, and the others... not so much ^^'

Luckily there're imaginary people, and with them we can make it look good if we want it to :)

Poor girl

The news van passed her. She looked at it and recognized it instantly. "HEY!" She yelled. "ED! Pull over! Hey HEY!!!!!" The van continued on with out any indication of slowing down or stopping. Her pants slipped down her legs as she began running. She tripped and almost fell on her face. The van sped off.

She cursed loudly. "EDWARD RICHARD MILLER! GET YOUR ANT EATING ASS BACK HERE!!. She stepped out of her pants and picked them back up. She watched the van vanish into the distance. She growled loudly and walked off in their direction.

"He is going to be sorry.." She panted. "They are BOTH going to be sorry."

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