cirdt

you know what i love? when you have a box of tissues sitting on your computer desk so that when you get sniffles from your damn cats, that you adopted (even though you knew full well you were allergic to them, but couldn't help yourself because they were so damn cute), you can blow your nose without getting up off your lazy ass.

but wait, you're a broke university student, so it's not a box of tissues, it's a roll of toilet paper, purloined from yon bathroom. and, due to your higher-education-induced-poverty, it's not even good toilet paper. no no! no kitten'y royale softness for your hard-done-to nose, it's the super cheap house brand.

and because it's so cheaply produced and shoddily made..... a strange and wonderful thing happens!! wrapped loosely around the center roll as this cheap, scratchy paper is, it actually becomes possible to easily remove the roll whilst leaving the paper intact!

and then a thought crosses your mind.

is it still a roll of toilet paper???

does the paper itself, lonely and abandoned by it's cardboard skeleton, still constitute a proper roll? or is this some new, strange beast, as yet unbeknownst to mankind? does it have a name?

does it need a new name?



you know what else i love? drinking 4 1/2 cups of black tea in one sitting, in a bid to keep yourself awake long enough to finish your lab assignment, and then, in your caffeine-shaken-quasi-delusional state, sitting down and writing a diatribe on cheap bathroom products instead of doing your damn lab assignment.

sometimes i rock my socks beyond the telling of it, or maybe my socks rock me.