Jenny P (![[info]](http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} anijen21) wrote,@ 2007-12-11 10:01:00 |
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rubber duckie, you're the one
So I'm staying at a friend's apartment since the fucking dorms kick you out at noon the Saturday after finals week, because I want to stay in Chicago and work full time for a couple of weeks so I can legitimately afford Christmas, and the presents I've been buying myself to stave off depression. Their apartment is pretty awesome, college-student chic, with all the expected college student amenities, legal and otherwise. It's been really fun, they're all really cool people and Jena cooks for me and this other girl always brings booze and cookies and Sara always asks me if I want hot cocoa. It's so cute, and thankfully it's making work a little more bearable.
One really great thing about this whole thing is their bathroom. This might sound really shallow, but the reason I love their bathroom so much isn't shallow at all. You'll get that in one second.
They have the deepest bathtub I have ever seen.
Finding the perfect bathtub is a lot like finding that one song you don't know the name of. Actually, it's not, because in general, the bigger it is, the better. Deeper, longer, wider, everything is good. That sounded really sexual, sorry. But it's not. For me, right now, baths are entirely unsexual. Yeah, you're naked, I guess, but you're naked when you're born too and there's not much sexual about an infant covered in bits of dead skin, blood, and amniotic fluid.
Anyway, this is the deepest bathtub I have ever been in. I disappeared beneath the rim when I layed down. I could almost stretch all the way out. I could have drowned myself in this thing. I always tell people I love falling asleep in bathtubs and they always say something like "Aren't you worried about drowning?" I always think this is a stupid question because 1) If you start inhaling water, there's a more than likely chance you'll wake up and surface, and 2) THERE IS NO BATHTUB I KNOW OF IN EXISTENCE THAT THIS WOULD BE A PROBLEM.
But now there is. Now there is.
So I'm staying at a friend's apartment since the fucking dorms kick you out at noon the Saturday after finals week, because I want to stay in Chicago and work full time for a couple of weeks so I can legitimately afford Christmas, and the presents I've been buying myself to stave off depression. Their apartment is pretty awesome, college-student chic, with all the expected college student amenities, legal and otherwise. It's been really fun, they're all really cool people and Jena cooks for me and this other girl always brings booze and cookies and Sara always asks me if I want hot cocoa. It's so cute, and thankfully it's making work a little more bearable.
One really great thing about this whole thing is their bathroom. This might sound really shallow, but the reason I love their bathroom so much isn't shallow at all. You'll get that in one second.
They have the deepest bathtub I have ever seen.
Finding the perfect bathtub is a lot like finding that one song you don't know the name of. Actually, it's not, because in general, the bigger it is, the better. Deeper, longer, wider, everything is good. That sounded really sexual, sorry. But it's not. For me, right now, baths are entirely unsexual. Yeah, you're naked, I guess, but you're naked when you're born too and there's not much sexual about an infant covered in bits of dead skin, blood, and amniotic fluid.
Anyway, this is the deepest bathtub I have ever been in. I disappeared beneath the rim when I layed down. I could almost stretch all the way out. I could have drowned myself in this thing. I always tell people I love falling asleep in bathtubs and they always say something like "Aren't you worried about drowning?" I always think this is a stupid question because 1) If you start inhaling water, there's a more than likely chance you'll wake up and surface, and 2) THERE IS NO BATHTUB I KNOW OF IN EXISTENCE THAT THIS WOULD BE A PROBLEM.
But now there is. Now there is.
