Scene: a public bathroom. Someone else, hidden in blissful anonymity behind a stall door, is clearly biding their time until everyone leaves so they can perform a #2. Time after time I find myself taking an extra long time washing my hands/fixing my hair/throwing on a few extra coats of mascara just to make them squirm. And on the way out I long to kick their stall door and hiss, "I know what you're planning to do. And it's DISGUSTING."
Thursday, May 1, 2008
Why I Don't Deserve To Be Loved
Scene: a public bathroom. Someone else, hidden in blissful anonymity behind a stall door, is clearly biding their time until everyone leaves so they can perform a #2. Time after time I find myself taking an extra long time washing my hands/fixing my hair/throwing on a few extra coats of mascara just to make them squirm. And on the way out I long to kick their stall door and hiss, "I know what you're planning to do. And it's DISGUSTING."
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