Matt claims innocence in relation to the tub. We have both decided to pretend the murky blue water isn’t there and never ever bathe again.
by krisis
SGapt
In the “freaky” category, i returned to the apartment from my PiNu meeting to be greeted by a strange scent. Puzzled, i searched (through our two rooms) for Matt, having passed him on my way to the meeting. However, he was nowhere to be found. Attributing the weird smell to the windows being closed while the heat was on, i logged onto the internet, opened some windows, and headed to the bathroom.
In the bathroom, i found the tub full with a murky blue water. The scent connected; it was Ajax cleanser. I had a panicked moment where i thought i had got up to run a bath during my earlier nap, having dreamed of one, but i honestly wouldn’t have known where to find the cleanser. Then i thought for a moment that Matt had drowned himself, but either way i wasn’t too keen on reaching a hand into the tub. So, i just let it sit there. The water level does not appear to be going down, and in a position similar to my stance on the quarter in the toilet issue, i refuse to submerge my hand to toy with the drain without something like a nuclear-waste-disposal suit on.
At least it’s a clean smell…
life is yummy. I am blasting Debussy’s la mer and drinking peppermint tea from a mug while reading about 19th century german history and wearing my favourite brown sweatshirt. the windows are closed, because it is crisp. i think i might have a spice cookie. yum
jesus h. christ, my apartment’s ringer is the loudest piercing noise i’ve ever heard in my life. and thanx to it, i now have my large pizza and a chicken cheese steak. omnivores are sexier.
I live on a nice street. I’m supposedly on the verge of the ghetto, but all that means is that rent is $100 less per month and the residential homes have a slightly darker average skin color. Right now a bunch of neighborhood kids are playing dodgeball in the street with one of their fathers. I’ll take that over drunk college students any day.