Woke up today with hives. Wandered into the bathroom, and saw my roomate DanJack there. I then proceeded to lift up my shirt, and show him the blotches covering my belly and back.
Instead of acting terrified, he took the scientific approach—asking me if I ate anything odd, wore a new shirt, or used new laundry detergent.
(If you’re wondering, the answer is no, no, and no).
Later at work, he gchatted me after I changed my status to “Hive Five.” The convo is below:
10:25 AM daniel: FIGH HIVE!
triple hive soul
10:26 AM mambo number hive
me: HAHAHAHAHAH!!!
mambo number hive
10:27 AM A hive dollar bill
Maroon Hive
10:28 AM The Hive Dimension
5 minutes
10:33 AM daniel: hahahha
10:34 AM hive from new york, its saturday niiiiiight
ben folds hive
me: HAHAHAHAAH!
daniel: live and let hive
