Last Friday, my family decided to go up to our home in the mountains. It annoyed me to no end, as it was a spur-of-the-moment decision of theirs that dragged me along.
Anyway, at some point up there, I needed to go to the toliet, and excrete solid waste. I walked over to a bathroom with a working toliet, and hoped there weren't any spiders that
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(Oh. And three, it's colorful, and if it wasn't colorful, it would have cost less than $20 for a book that takes maybe an hour to read.)
Yeah. Mostly pointless comment. But not completely.
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I do weird things like that, too. Whenever I'm about to step onto a train or a bus or an airplane, I'll hold my breath for that little gap between the sidewalk/walkway/stepladder-ish-thing. I know it won't do anything to catch me if I fall (and I probably won't fall anyway--that crack is tiny), but it's one of those childish little hope things. I also wash my hands four times after using a public bathroom. Obsessive compulsive, maybe, but it's cleaner than washing them once ( ... )
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