toilet paper. i'm not saying that i don't like it or don't want it in my house. since we ran out downstairs two weeks ago and have been in a guerilla war with the upstairs girls to steal their toilet paper, i have become profoundly grateful when i walk in to see a roll on the...roll...thing. BUT. when i finally caved and went to the store to buy an $8 pack of toilet paper, the thought occurred to me: this is weird. i'm paying money for something that i'm literally going to wipe my butt with*, and then flush down the toilet.
it's kind of how i feel about paying rent, too. except it's less literal, of course. at least i get a place to live, i guess.
also, grace and i just watched four hours of gossip girl. we look like this right now:
judge all you want in your glass houses, haters.
*i apologize for potentially offending your reading sensibilities. but come on. everyone does it.
1 comment:
You look great!
And you're literally flushing all that money spent on food down the toilet, too.
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