Hi. My name is Travis, and I run this place. Melissa's archives will be imported shortly. Thank you for your time, and I'd like to point out that Melissa's little sister, while wearing a dress a few months ago, showed Nic and I her crotch. Several times.

On Wednesday I wore a skirt, a full-coverage, slut-free skirt, and my only goal for the day -- the only thing I figured I could safely accomplish within reason -- was that no one see my crotch. I actually voiced this goal to Nicole, who has to deal with my skirt/crotch related paranoia on a regular basis.

Imagine the shame and disappointment when I had to report back to her, two hours later, that my goal was SHATTERED.

Some woman busted in on me in the bathroom stall as I was in the process of wiping. Everything was on display, everything, for my own easy access, and then her full viewing pleasure.

This event marked Wednesday as the climax of a fucked-up week, where things could only get better. What could be worse than someone seeing your crotch and you don't even get paid?

Today I took a test in a research lab, alone, and the fish tank next to me developed a leak halfway into my essay on hunter/gatherers. I went looking for my instructor, but he'd already left.

Later I dropped a twelve-pack of pop on my foot.