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Do you know that feeling you get when you are stuck in traffic? How about when you are sitting on a crappy bus, with some whore yelling on her cell phone, and the bus is in some of the most redunk, unexplained traffic ever.
Oh my god, her laugh. I thought her voice was annoying, and what she was talking about was annoying. But I am now listening to her laugh and I want to skull mace (google it) her.

And I just know that someone is going to try and sit next to me.

I may have to pull - jesus christ, she hung up and I thought it was over, but she immediately called someone else. I am going to glare at her, and see if it has any effect…

Not that I can tell. oh, she hung up! Probably just a coincidence, but still.

Anyway, in order to avoid - dammit. I was just going to explain my new technique for keeping people from sitting next to you (pretend you are asleep and take up just enough room that the person would have to ask you to move in order for them to sit) when we came to a stop and someone got on. I employed the new scheme, but it failed. To my suprise the person is now sitting with only half their butt on the seat.

Now they are extra bitter because I sprang to life and started typing on my phone.
Anyway, I had a bad day, and experiencing this horrible bus ride is just icing on the cake.

Kill me.

For those of you who are too young (jeez - that is the first time I have ever said that and I don’t like it at all) the title of this post is from the classic Eddie Murphy and Dan Akroyd movie “Trading Places.”

A recent article about Body Identity Integrity Disorder has been making the rounds on a few sites as of late. I had heard about this disorder a few times in the past, but it seems this may be the first time it is getting some major attention.

Those with BIID feel as though their “true” body is missing limbs. This is somewhat analogous with those who have been born one gender but feel as though they are truly the other gender. Much like those with Gender identity disorder, BIID sufferers often attempt to undergo surgery to get the intended effect. That’s right, they have surgery (or use some other means) to amputate perfectly good limbs.

My first thought, of course, is WTF? There are a lot of crazy mental disorders but this one is particularly hard to understand. And while this disorder is so difficult to understand it brought about a deeper question. How is it that a large number of people can all have the same strange problem? In other words, it would almost be easier to understand if one weird guy had this problem, but how do many people have this same, specific, unusual problem?