Proud of my bathroom

19 10 2014

Okay, correction: proud of my *clean* bathroom. Sounds stupid, I’m sure, but I take pride in seeing a sparkling bathroom that I cleaned with non-toxic, biodegradable cleaners. Who knew baking soda could be so useful (and cheap!) in cleaning a shower?

And now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to pee everywhere and make my bathroom filthy because I’m a man.

Gross bathroom sink

2 09 2014

I should’ve taken a picture but the plumber took the pipe out and a whole glob of hair — my sister’s, no doubt — a toothbrush, and the lower half of her retainer, among other disgusting debris, came out. It was a truly lovely sight.

Dream 9

23 05 2011

Dream #3 from the previous #1 and #2 dreams in that series.


This is just… weird.  I’m walking on Granville Street and on my right, there is construction and water (lake, river?).  I continue walking and there are signs on my right, saying this path leads back to the beginning.  I keep walking and now, there are signs and paths that say they lead back to the beinning but are really bad.  Something like, “This horrible road leads back to (?)  Do you really want to go?”  I need to go to the washroom and I take a normal path.  I walk into a stall and there are mirrors on the walls, which I don’t understand cuz it defies the whole point of privacy.  In the mirror, I see Kevin Lau and am kinda surprised he’s here but whatever.  Then the phone rings and I wake up.

[My comment:  Hahaha, Kevin Lau.]