cleaning toilets. it's one of my favorite things to do.
seriously. i know i'm the world's OC-est slob (i can alphabetize my CD collection and manage to make my workstation resemble a papermill wastage factory), but give me some soap, a sponge (or a handheld brush) and a toilet, and i'm done for.
you're probably wondering where gloves are in the equation. well, i clean sans gloves. it's just said sponge or brush between me and the toilet. i've never used gloves, but i'm not too bent on the idea of trying them, either. gloves are messy, heavy, annoyingly rubbery, and...they harbor germs. well, my hands get germy too, but at least they won't get moldy and smelly after i wash them ten million times.
it's a ritualistic thing more than anything else. and, at the end of the ritual, i see a sparkly, pearly-white toilet in front of me. and i smile.
whee.
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listen to this song:
fidelity
and love it.
Suppose I kept on singing love songs just to break my own fall
Just to break my fall
