Celebrating the moments of my life
Feb. 26th, 2004 11:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
weaktwosDinner was good...ooff. Honey Walnut Shrimp Rocks my world.
You know, I think it's dangerous to listen to groovin' music while in the women's lockerroom bathroom. Because, before you know it, you're listening to Lavert's "Cassanova" and you're doing some exotic seated toilet dance. And then you realize that Sweet Charity never had this in mind when she sang, "If my friends could see me now." Well, not you, of course. Me. I'll fess up. And what if some drowsy gym bunny did see my distinctive shoes doing the mutated form of "riverdancing" from under the stall?
Bah, no big deal. So I finished my toilet-esque tasks and shuffled out to the sink to dutifully banish bacteria from my hands via a thorough, soapy scrubbing. However, the angle of my palm relative to the soap dispenser was such that a torrent of soap ricocheted off my palm and back onto the bathroom mirror. Three dollops of viscous and basic matter dripped down the reflective surface. Pondering the rarity of said soapy calamity, I acquired a paper towel to wipe most of it away.
You know, I think it's dangerous to listen to groovin' music while in the women's lockerroom bathroom. Because, before you know it, you're listening to Lavert's "Cassanova" and you're doing some exotic seated toilet dance. And then you realize that Sweet Charity never had this in mind when she sang, "If my friends could see me now." Well, not you, of course. Me. I'll fess up. And what if some drowsy gym bunny did see my distinctive shoes doing the mutated form of "riverdancing" from under the stall?
Bah, no big deal. So I finished my toilet-esque tasks and shuffled out to the sink to dutifully banish bacteria from my hands via a thorough, soapy scrubbing. However, the angle of my palm relative to the soap dispenser was such that a torrent of soap ricocheted off my palm and back onto the bathroom mirror. Three dollops of viscous and basic matter dripped down the reflective surface. Pondering the rarity of said soapy calamity, I acquired a paper towel to wipe most of it away.
