This super hot girl comes and sits next to me and for about 30 minutes has done nothing but fuck with her make up. I mean, I could slap this bitch, I really could. If there were no laws. Cell phone, make up, camera, repeat. So sad, such a waste. I know, it's not a haiku, I don't care, 17 syllables cannot contain my disappointment with what we have become. I give up.