To whoever keeps farting silently in the computer lab while I'm trying to write:

It is not okay for you to continue to drop ass.  Go to the restroom.  The entire row of people on my side of the room are suffering.  We all keep looking up to see who is doing it.  Some of those people are looking at me right now.  Because of the intensity of your butt blasts seems to be coming somewhere in my direction, and by the smell of the gas, I'm assuming it's one of the men behind me, someone who had some bad curry or Mexican food.  Please, next time, whoever you are, don't eat spicy, gassy food before you come to the computer lab.  Hell, don't do it at all when you plan on being in any public place.  Even though we cannot hear your farts, we are ALL taking a beating for your bad digestive system!

And where's that damn lab ASSisstant with some Glade?

I picked the wrong night to not pack some perfume in my purse.  Looks like I'm calling it an early night.  Anybody who wants to give me some nice gifts in the mail, send me some purse-size perfume thingies.  At times they are life-savers.  And make them the kind of natural perfumes that help chase away really bad smells!