Well, I was going around, minding my own business, when a bee starts buzzing in my face. While I'm screaming and waving my arms, the bee starts talking to me. Realizing I had finally gone insane from my own hysteria, I thought it to be best to listen to my new friend.
After turning me into a bug with a worthless preview, I followed him into a beehive where he convinced me I was a bee by wearing a special helmet. Now, I decided to believe him because, again, I felt I had gone insane, so I put the helmet on.
After running around like this, a few people laughed at me and noted a "special" message written on my helmet. He insinuated I was exceptional!
Let me assure you, this is the last time I listen to my hallucinations, let alone ones in the form of a bee.
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The Quest For Pants Log
Yes, I am on a never-ending search for "the one" pair of pants. Here I shall log my adventures as the lone girl who no longer wishes to feel the breeze in her nether regions.
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