"I'm so claustrophobic under here!"
"Does that thing always have to flash?"
"It's riding up again!"
"It's dark and itchy under here."
If my bellybutton could talk, I know that is exactly what it would be saying. Why you ask?
I have turned myself into a lab rat. Yep, you read correctly, a lab rat. I am selling my body for the name of "science."
Why am I doing this? Because I am a good citizen and want to promote woman's health? Because I believe in the scientific process? Because I love service? Because I wanted to bond with my roommates via an annoying waist band?
Nope.
Money.
Not even good money! Just money. I'm a college student and I need to treat myself to some fro yo sometimes right??
So I have to wear that beautifully awful waist band for 1 whole month of my life (only in one week increments but same difference.) The reason this is on my mind at the moment is because the band is on my waist at the moment. It is difficult to pick clothes with a thing protruding from my hip bone, especially when that thing blinks every 3 seconds (I timed it). It slides around my stomach as I walk. It is always in the spot I want to lay on while I'm sleeping. To sum it up, there is a partaaay going on around my waist.
But! I do not mind one bit because after this is all done and I have bonded with this band for a few weeks, I will be rich. 50 dollars rich to be exact. HA!
Next up, Plasma. Got to get me to Thailand somehow!
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